Hide (Detective Harriet Foster, #1)

by Tracy Clark

He liked to imagine they were happy, normal, and that he might fit in their world if only he didn’t know what he knew—that where there was light there was also darkness.

Art was humanity in reflection. It was invention and God spark, both expression and divination.

The abnormal had a way of becoming normal. All it took was the will to let it.

“News flash, buckaroo: sex don’t stop when the AARP card shows up in the mailbox.”