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Anything Unnatural Was Not Naturally Believed. Faith, In Essence, Was Unnatural.

Writing Wasn't About Making Money. I Wanted To Find Fulfillment In Writing And Telling Stories, And That's What's Driven Me.

He Was As Needy As She Was. Alvin Finch Only Wanted To Be Needed. Loved. And Absent Of Either, He Resorted To Deflecting His Pain By Killing. Just Like A Teenager Might Resort To Deflecting The Pain Of Rejection By Cutting. People Did A Lot Of Crazy Things To Be Wanted.

My Stories Are Not Christianized At All. I Don't Even Have Any Christians In My Stories. What They Are, Are Stories About Ordinary People Going Through Extraordinary Circumstances In Which I'm Exploring Truth. How Light Overcomes Darkness In A Way That's Unmistakable To Anyone Who Has Any Kind Of Faith.

I Would Like My Readers To Close The Cover At The End And Say, 'wow, I Never Thought Of It Like That Before'.