Now available in paperback, comes a successful and beautifully-written novel about a decent North Carolina farmer haunted by errors and redeemed by faith. Painstakingly honest, Littlejohn is "a character as fully rounded in his quirks and imperfections, in his quiet determination and bravery, as ...
A darkly comic novel by the author of the critically acclaimed ILittle John/IP Lot Chastain, who has dreams about eating the oily, highly flammable pine kindling known as fat lightning, is generally avoided by the people of Monacan because of his meanness. But when the image of Jesus appears in ...
But he can't help it. And, in truth, neither can she. In the one short moment that was theirs, Ruth had too much pride and Harry didn't have enough courage. In the instant that defined the rest of their lives, they both hesitated and were lost, condemned to wander in a wilderness of their own mak...
The next, she steps outside herself and sees what the rest of the world must see—a woman who has suffered great loss and has already had one breakdown in the last few months, a woman acting on “information” she dreamed. Write it out, an advisor told her once, when she came to him with an idea for...
The far western fringes of a hurricane have brushed against central Virginia, and Jack spends the entire morning and early afternoon dashing in and out of the van, covering his packages better than himself. On the radio, they’re calling for three inches, the whole fading month’s worth in one mise...
I stop off at the 821 for some coffee on the way and run into Awesome Dude. He’s wearing what looks like Les’s parka, which probably weighs about as much as he does and pretty much swallows him. Awesome hasn’t gained an ounce, I don’t think, since the first time I saw him more than twenty-five ye...
It will make it easier, David thinks. No lingering goodbyes, just a mad dash across the gravel and away from the Virginia Rail. “So,” he says to his father, “it’s settled, then. I’ll talk to Carly, and you’ll have two weeks to square things with Blanchard. OK?” Neil turns. “You’re sure you want t...
The one I’m sitting in is the least comfortable of the two Les’s room has been allotted. Peggy has the one right beside the bed. Every fifteen minutes or so, I use one excuse or another to take a walk. Les is hanging in there. He’s not the same old Les, though. The disorientation, the drugs, the ...
Custalow is only working a half-day today. Marcia told him they didn’t need him until after noon. He’s already worked probably fifty hours this week. The damn boiler, which is about twenty years past its logical expiration date, is acting up the way it always does when we get our first cold snap....
Kate seems surprised, perhaps because she’s never seen me arrive early for anything, including our wedding. This is one appointment, though, that I don’t want to miss. I am fairly certain that I have information that Ronnie Sax’s potential legal team does not possess. Richmond can be a small plac...