This was tropical, the kind of heat that filled a room and hung on your shoulders like a hot wet blanket. The kind of heat that feels like drowning if you breathed too deeply. The kind of heat that Jones P.I. hated most.
Manoeuvre 27 By D.I. Jolly
Brothers, Sisters… Outsider. Welcome.
Laughter By D.I. Jolly
At age five he felt like he’d lived a thousand years, and pretending to be a child for 16 hours out of every few years was difficult.
Godspeed By D.I. Jolly
At some point during the apocalypse you have to put on the shoes you are going to wear for the rest of your life.