just great . . . .

They didn't call John in until the bullets had finished flying, until everybody who was going to surrender had surrendered and everybody who was going to die had died. By that point, of course, she was long gone.

Oh, lordy. I do not need my hindbrain offering me story nuggets whose research requirements start with "telephone the FBI."

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I must have been a good little writer-being or something, 'cause the prototype cover I was just sent for Midnight Never Come is PURTY.

If you're in the camp of people who would have preferred something other than a half-headless chick in leather for the cover of Doppelganger, you'll be pleased to hear that one of the first adjectives to leap into my head for this one was "elegant."

I'm waiting to hear if I can post the image I was sent. It isn't utterly finalized, so the answer may be "no" -- they need to do some minor bits of rearranging -- but I'll put it up just as soon as I can.