Talk about delusional. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. His mother’s doctor reported she’d recently been plagued by wild imaginings, too. Make believe ran in his family. He was nuttier than a jar of peanut butter.

He cringed each morning as the newspapers were brought to him. The media was eating the story up. His anger grew as he read the suppositions and the innuendos; the fact that his life was being laid bare for the entire world to see.

Given that media has become fast-paced, readers now want books that show the action and don’t just tell you what is happening. Modern readers don’t want three pages of descriptions of a farmhouse. They want to hear the door’s creak quiet the chirping of crickets out in the cornfield, they want to feel the cool air drift through the house, then they want to see the shadow of a man, gun drawn, standing over the bed of his disloyal lover.

Walking away from him had been almost impossible. But she loved him too much to do otherwise. Because by simply existing, she was putting him and anyone he cared for in mortal danger. She wished it was different…

You’re lucky to have that face. But it doesn’t make you happy.

I was a small fish in a big sea of amorous deceit.

So why not a woman, too—if I was dating her?

I don't make threats," she said. "I make reality.

Or if she rejected me again, then I could take pictures of her fucking in a horse costume and blackmail her into loving me like she should.

I can smack a ball-bearing between your abusive fiancé’s eyes before his wingtips hit the sidewalk.