Jean, 39, lover of sci-fi, horror and fantasy, reader of comic books, conqueror of genre fiction.
"The steering wheel whipsaws out of the Boy's hands, yanking off a couple of fingers as if they were ripe carrots. The wheel spins left as the two cars part and the Chrysler's rear bumper tears loose, sparking against the blacktop, disappearing beneath the tires of the prowl car like a gleaming switchblade driven into the belly of a two-tone cat."
Yes, the entire book is written this way. Yes, that's as painful as it sounds.