Excerpt from La Toxica

Something she could not admit even to herself... That she'd liked it. That behind the wild heaving shoulders of her fear, peeked a red rage, a vengeance that could only be known as pleasure. It was a savagery that made her lick the syrupy thick droplets of blood from her upper lip savoring the taste of pride. She'd killed a man to protect her dignity. But a question loomed like a shadow over her life. Was her dignity worth all the pounds of humanity she left murdered next to that dead priest? Betrayal is a heart beat off rhythm; it's the sick little second where you realize you can't heal from this, the best you can do is live with it, for however brief life becomes.