The noise level would steadily build in the house until Harry would finally explode in anger and the process would begin anew.

Samantha hated old photographs of herself, preferring those taken in the present, which she would then destroy, if possible, to ensure that her memories remained pure.

"Where are we?" asked Sasha sleepily looking over at her husband who, she realized with a start, was gripping the steering wheel forcefully and whose eyes were red rimmed and that was when she realized the car was flooded with a ghostly light.

Shelby wrote crime thrillers that had little do to do with reality and perhaps it was this insular mindset that lead him to walk into the darkened bar that was in the midst of being robbed.

When Felice awoke the next morning she couldn't decide which of the two dreams she recalled was the more disturbing, the one in which she was being pursued by the Devil or the other in which she was being courted by Michael Douglas.

As the government's reign of terror increased Basil felt comforted by the fact that he had already been stripped of any power and was living in the middle of nowhere all but forgotten.

Tumbling down the mountainside, battered by rocks and heading towards possible death, Frank—angry and scared—couldn't get a certain song by the band Jane's Addiction out of his head as he began to pick up speed.