Darkly Dreaming Dexter (Dexter, #1)

by Jeff Lindsay

He was in full hunting mode, and I was merely tagging along behind like an unwanted little brother.

Publix Market,

Or was he saying, “Hi! Wanna play?” And I did. Of course I did.

getting yelled at by a furious woman should be treated as a semiformal occasion.

To be truthful, she couldn’t catch any of them unless they hurled themselves off a building and into the front seat of her car, but this didn’t seem like a good time to bring that up.

I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.

What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of the neighbor’s children?

the Tamiami Slasher.