Virna DePaul Quotes & Sayings

No, of course not. He'd been so distant lately. He wasn't even looking at her. Instead, he was staring down at a playing card in his hands, folding it. Nothing strange about that. Like their parents, Rhys and his twin brother, Max, were always fiddling with some kind of magic trick. He was particularly fond of making coins disappear. Sometimes she wished he could make her crush on him disappear just as easily, but first she'd have to admit it to him. That was so never going to happen. She'd seen the types of girls he and Max were attracted to, and plain, chubby tomboys need not apply. — Virna DePaul

PLAINVILLE WAS A QUAINT picturesque town. Northern California's version of Andy Griffith's Mayberry. Bucolic enough to provide cinematic contrast for any low-budget stalk-and-slash film. Juxtaposition played just as important a role in still photography as it did in cinematography. Maybe that's why Natalie Jones had picked Plainville for her final descent into darkness. The climactic scene in a comedic tragedy. Cast of one. Audience of one. Curtain closed. — Virna DePaul

Whoever had opened that first Starbucks in Seattle should be shot. — Virna DePaul

And then what?" she forced herself to ask, even though she already knew the answer. "What were you going to do after you and Max were done with each other?" It seemed obscene somehow, the way he kept bringing Max into this. Which was silly, of course. "We were going to part friends. Go back to the way things always were. No expectations. No embarrassment." He — Virna DePaul

He'd folded the card into a shape that clearly resembled a lizard, with one spade as its eye. — Virna DePaul

She locked eyes with Jase. And said his middle name. "David."
Simultaneously, she fired her weapon.
Jase wrenched himself to the side. The bullet lodged in Turner's brain before Jase even hit the ground. — Virna DePaul

He'd almost died and seeing the proof of his knife wounds, hearing him describe the incident that had almost taken his life, rattled her so much.
With him still holding her wrist, she bent awkwardly and pressed her lips against the worst of his scars. — Virna DePaul

A serial killer's modus operandi could evolve over time, but rarely would he change his signature, an act that often had nothing to do with the way the victim actually died but had more to do with fulfilling some kind of need the killer had. — Virna DePaul

You're crazy, you know. That's what falling in love is all about - being vulnerable. Leaning on someone else. You don't lose yourself in the process - you grow. — Virna DePaul

Carrie had never been the pretty one. Never fit in with the girls at school or understood their need to shop and primp and gossip. She'd been more interested in the things her brothers did. And she'd always been interested in helping others. Taking on those bigger and stronger than her and besting them through stamina and smarts. — Virna DePaul