[Katurian has always found it easy to dig his fingers into another person's past, to find their weak points and tug. Maybe it's a skill that was passed down by his parents, that Katurian family sadism taking on a slightly more benign bent in the hands of an anxious writer. No torture. No child murder.
Just words. Terrible words.]
Did his killer look like me? Did he say something that I said?
<wilhelm>
Just words. Terrible words.]
Did his killer look like me? Did he say something that I said?