Top 15 Lis Wiehl Quotes

Tommy locked his doors, armed his security system, replaced all the 9-volt batteries in his smoke detectors, made sure the gun in his dresser drawer was loaded, and went to bed where, before falling asleep, he recited a psalm from memory, with an emphasis on one line in particular: “yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me . . .”

Which was crazier, she wondered, seeing patterns when they weren't there, or ignoring patterns when they obviously were?

“Amos was the first child they’d taken in, adopted at age six through an accredited agency in the former Soviet Union. “

He'd been fearless on the football field, but he couldn't fight what he couldn't see or understand. Suddenly, he wasn't feeling fearless anymore.

He turned his head, reacted in a microsecond, and hit the deck just before a hundred-mile-an-hour fastball zipped past his ear and clanged into the wire backstop. Had the pitch been another inch lower or a few miles an hour faster, he would have been beaned and, at that speed, possibly killed.

Be more than careful," he told her. "Be totally paranoid. Err on the side of caution.

Would it be possible for somebody to hypnotize you into killing somebody?

“maybe you were visited by… an angel,” Carl said. ““An angel dressed as a biker?” Tommy asked.

It was not the sense that something had been there. It was the sense that something was still there, palpable but not visible. A sense (and now he thought he was really losing his mind) that the forest was grieving, or that something in it was dying…a feeling, if he had to name it, that evil had been there.

It was times like these that she questioned the path she'd chosen—she wanted to do work that was important, that made a difference, and she was good at what she did, but she was still shocked and disheartened by the evil things people did to each other.

Elizabeth. A killer. A sociopath. A human scorpion. And Cassidy had let her ride on her back.

Without the safety of the flotation device, or the pool bottom beneath her feet, Makayla was suddenly drowning in fear.

In a low voice Sara told them about going to the park, seeing a man, and then not paying much attention to him until suddenly he was pushing a gun into her ribs as she unlocked her front door. “He said he had to kill me or someone would kill him.”

This man wouldn’t stop until he killed Korena. Killed her. Clark couldn’t let that happen.

This is Cassidy Shaw, reporting to you live from the Barbur Bargain Motel in Southwest Portland.