A densely layered journey into the dark heart of the American Dream that spans continents and centuries In Bradford Morrow’s debut novel, lightning-tongued mercenary Peter Krieger travels to Nicaragua to kidnap a man who may be a 480-year-old former conquistador—and therefore could hold the sec...
I either wanted to like this more, simply because the author was one of my professors, or hate it, simply because the author was one of my professors. As it was, it was merely good. It was not mediocre but good; however, it wasn't great. It follows two boys living around Trinity Fields in the ...
In this hugely entertaining novel, rich with suspense, and written with the delicate precision and lyrical resonance that have earned broad critical praise for his earlier novels, Bradford Morrow delivers a brilliant, mysteryladen spin on the classic myth of Pandora's box.A series of terrifying n...
Richard Schwarz of Stage House II Books in Boulder, Colorado, particularly inspired my earliest love of the field. I owe these book people a debt of gratitude for all I learned from them. It is important for me to state, emphatically, that most booksellers and collectors are noteworthy for their ...
They spoke only to her, they said. When she asked them what they wanted, they retreated into the bark of their tree, and the night turned back to black. Sometimes she just watched them where they congregated in that old ailanthus outside her window, and didn’t ask them questions. They would do as...
We got them from a nearby church, and because my sister believed what we were doing was holy, she said it was fair to take them. Churches, Sister said, were not in the business of making money off children. “Alms for the poor,” said she. “Suffer the little ones to come before me and unto them I s...
I was shocked not to find the bloody, thrashing seagull on my bed, where it had been just a moment before. In my nightmare, a figure hovering outside my window had cradled the gull in its arms like some demonic madonna, before burning each of the bird's eyes with the tip of a cigarette and throwi...
Then, standing above the aged lady, she did something she hadn’t allowed herself to do since being accepted at the center as a volunteer. It wasn’t polite to stare at the infirm, and she’d been a model apprentice, sensitive to the patients and their need for privacy. But no one else happened to b...
In the wake of my father’s death, my inheritance of over half a hundred Bibles offered me no solace whatsoever, but instead served to remind me what a godless son I was and had always been. Like the contrarian children of police officers who are sometimes driven to a life of crime, and professors...