I took both of my hands, and I cupped Donut's face. "You know how worried you are about Mongo?"
"Yes."
"That's how I feel about you."
Donut blinked. "Really? Do you really mean that?"
Her voice was so full of genuine longing that it hurt my heart.
From “The Butcher’s Masquerade” p. 125
The whiplash of emotions in this series is startling and unexpected. How could you predict that a bomb-making anarchist hellbent on destruction and vengeance would have the emotional intelligence to listen, understand, and comfort a narcissistic show cat? And, why a jaded middle-aged white dude like myself finds himself in tears? Dinniman’s writing continues to astound me.











