“God gives us all kinds, and we just gots to love ’em however they”
―
Rita Herron,
Dying to Tell
“Thankfully the rain had softened to a light drizzle, but the murky gray of the sky painted a dreary mausoleum atmosphere.” ― Rita Herron, Saving His Son
“A nine-one-one operator said a trucker—he didn’t think anyone was in the car, but thought we” ― Rita Herron, Her Dying Breath
“explained what he’d found.” ― Rita Herron, Stolen Angels
“Loyalty to her adoptive parents warred with her need for the truth about herself. How could she know where to go in life if she didn't know where she'd come from?” ― Rita Herron, The Burning Girls
“Rays of evening sunshine glinted across the wood rails of the porch, hints of a thunderstorm flickering along the fog over the ridges. A sudden wind whipped through the trees, sending dried leaves to the ground. The sky was at war, Mother Nature caught between the chill of the dead and the wicked heat of the devil as he lingered in the foothills” ― Rita Herron, The Burning Girls
“to” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“The killer had challenged her. And Ellie Reeves did not back down from a challenge” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“Through the window the sun was shining like a beacon, nearly blinding her just as her parents lies had.” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“I had to protect you because you were my daughter. I had to protect Hiram because he was my blood” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“I like the flexibility of being a full-time writer I can set my own hours and be home when my kids are home. And I love being creative and getting paid for it—there is nothing more exciting (well, almost nothing) than when a new idea pops into my head, then when the details and scenes start coming together to form a story.The downside is the inconsistent money — my kids get tired of hearing me say, “I’m supposed to get a check sometime soon, then we can go shopping!” I also don’t like it when people act as if I’m not working — writing is fun but it’s also a lot of hard work. Working at home can get lonely too!” ― Rita Herron
“Something was going on here, something that wasn't right. It was almost like the killer was lobbing grenades at her with clues pointing to different suspects. Was that part of his game?” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“She muttered that they’d talk later, then rushed through the door, well aware reporters would hound her. Another round of the vultures stood out front of the courthouse, hungry for details. She darted to the right to avoid them. Cameras flashed as she jogged down the steps and hurried to her rental car” ― Rita Herron, Wind Chill
“Ever since she was a child, she'd struggled to sleep, but now night was even more her enemy. Sometimes she didn't sleep for days on end and could barely function. Other times she slept fitfully, her nightmares filled with the horrors of her past, the cases that haunted her. Work was her salvation” ― Rita Herron, The Burning Girls
“Not when she was trapped inside these walls. It was a prison she’d made for herself—to keep safe. Only she didn’t feel safe. Or alive.” ― Rita Herron, Pretty Little Killers
“Too afraid of dying to really live.” ― Rita Herron, Pretty Little Killers
“When the cruelty of what one human could inflict on another stopped bothering them, it would be time to quit” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“Ellie understood the need to run and start over. She'd felt that way a few weeks ago herself. But her ties to Crooked Creek ran deep, and she'd finally decided she couldn't run far enough to escape her past. She had to stay and face it” ― Rita Herron, The Burning Girls
“Ellie had seen the preacher in town, and although Mrs. Jones said the church was open to everyone, he was closed-off. Judgmental. His probing eyes held accusations of sin and damnation, not forgiveness and tolerance” ― Rita Herron, The Burning Girls
“Thankfully the rain had softened to a light drizzle, but the murky gray of the sky painted a dreary mausoleum atmosphere.” ― Rita Herron, Saving His Son
“A nine-one-one operator said a trucker—he didn’t think anyone was in the car, but thought we” ― Rita Herron, Her Dying Breath
“explained what he’d found.” ― Rita Herron, Stolen Angels
“Loyalty to her adoptive parents warred with her need for the truth about herself. How could she know where to go in life if she didn't know where she'd come from?” ― Rita Herron, The Burning Girls
“Rays of evening sunshine glinted across the wood rails of the porch, hints of a thunderstorm flickering along the fog over the ridges. A sudden wind whipped through the trees, sending dried leaves to the ground. The sky was at war, Mother Nature caught between the chill of the dead and the wicked heat of the devil as he lingered in the foothills” ― Rita Herron, The Burning Girls
“to” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“The killer had challenged her. And Ellie Reeves did not back down from a challenge” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“Through the window the sun was shining like a beacon, nearly blinding her just as her parents lies had.” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“I had to protect you because you were my daughter. I had to protect Hiram because he was my blood” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“I like the flexibility of being a full-time writer I can set my own hours and be home when my kids are home. And I love being creative and getting paid for it—there is nothing more exciting (well, almost nothing) than when a new idea pops into my head, then when the details and scenes start coming together to form a story.The downside is the inconsistent money — my kids get tired of hearing me say, “I’m supposed to get a check sometime soon, then we can go shopping!” I also don’t like it when people act as if I’m not working — writing is fun but it’s also a lot of hard work. Working at home can get lonely too!” ― Rita Herron
“Something was going on here, something that wasn't right. It was almost like the killer was lobbing grenades at her with clues pointing to different suspects. Was that part of his game?” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“She muttered that they’d talk later, then rushed through the door, well aware reporters would hound her. Another round of the vultures stood out front of the courthouse, hungry for details. She darted to the right to avoid them. Cameras flashed as she jogged down the steps and hurried to her rental car” ― Rita Herron, Wind Chill
“Ever since she was a child, she'd struggled to sleep, but now night was even more her enemy. Sometimes she didn't sleep for days on end and could barely function. Other times she slept fitfully, her nightmares filled with the horrors of her past, the cases that haunted her. Work was her salvation” ― Rita Herron, The Burning Girls
“Not when she was trapped inside these walls. It was a prison she’d made for herself—to keep safe. Only she didn’t feel safe. Or alive.” ― Rita Herron, Pretty Little Killers
“Too afraid of dying to really live.” ― Rita Herron, Pretty Little Killers
“When the cruelty of what one human could inflict on another stopped bothering them, it would be time to quit” ― Rita Herron, Wildflower Graves
“Ellie understood the need to run and start over. She'd felt that way a few weeks ago herself. But her ties to Crooked Creek ran deep, and she'd finally decided she couldn't run far enough to escape her past. She had to stay and face it” ― Rita Herron, The Burning Girls
“Ellie had seen the preacher in town, and although Mrs. Jones said the church was open to everyone, he was closed-off. Judgmental. His probing eyes held accusations of sin and damnation, not forgiveness and tolerance” ― Rita Herron, The Burning Girls
