Monday, January 2, 2017

Robert Ellis: THE LOVE KILLINGS, Adam Lanza and Dylann Roof

Matt clenched his jaws and narrowed his brow.

What struck him as he read the article a second time wasn’t the fact that Dylann Roof was an obvious racist. He was a racist and would be indicted for hate crimes on top of the nine murders. But what stood out for Matt was the role he seemed to share with Adam Lanza as a mass killer. The fact that they were almost the same age. The fact that they both lived troubled lives. The fact that they didn’t just kill people, they slaughtered them. And then the final blow. The fact that when he downloaded their photographs and examined them side by side, they could have been brothers.

The presence Roof seemed to share with Lanza was difficult to pin down. It was somewhere in the photographs. Somewhere between the lines. Not the shapes of their faces, but their blank expressions. Their attitude. They came from a similar place. A dark corner. Matt could see the hate showing on their faces, the hopelessness and rage. But nowhere was the physical match more telling than in their eyes.

Matt took a sip of coffee and pulled his laptop closer.

Their eyes, he thought. That’s where it was coming from. Both of them had the eyes of a predator—ultra-intense, completely riveting, and over-the-top psychotic. It was almost as if their eyes were no longer a window to their minds and emotions. It was almost as if the line had been snapped and their souls died off and vanished.

It seemed so unbelievable, so unfathomable, even outlandish, that no one looked at these two kids and didn’t know in an instant that something was incredibly wrong with both of them.

Dead eyes and the psychopathic stare. Both Roof and Lanza were a long way past being odd. Why didn’t anyone see it? Why did anyone have to die before they did see it?

Matt bookmarked the pages and saved the photographs. As he packed up his laptop, he wondered if the man he was looking for, the man who killed the Strattons and the Holloways, might not possess this same look. These same eyes. He wondered if the killer would show up at the funeral, and if he might not seem familiar enough to stand out.

                    – Robert Ellis, The Love Killings


Sunday, December 18, 2016

Robert Ellis: John Truby on Robert Ellis

John Truby, Screenwriter, Director, Lecturer, Author

"If you want a master class in how to write strong narrative drive, especially on how to weave a complex but intense plot, take a look at the novels of Robert Ellis. Everyone of them is just fantastic. Again, what you want to look for -- get under the surface, go under the hood and see how he's doing it. What you'll see are some of exactly the same techniques we talked about today, like the intense desire line of the hero, like having more than one opponent, including a main opponent who is responding to what the hero does. Again and again, he uses all of these techniques and the payoff is tremendous."

                        -- John Truby, Narrative Drive Webinar, 2016

Amazon Link to CITY OF ECHOES


Monday, December 12, 2016


Hi All,

I've posted a new E-Letter to say thank you to everyone who's read the Matt Jones novels this year and stood behind me. You can read it here ...

Thank You! E-Letter!

Happy New Year!


Thursday, December 1, 2016

Robert Ellis: CITY OF ECHOES, The Depravity

Matt couldn’t believe the depravity.
        He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and wondered if he was even awake. A thought surfaced. The seven Ps carved into Virgil’s forehead, each one removed by an angel as he passed through the seven terraces of the seven deadly sins. And then something else came to mind. The girl’s father was traveling from Chicago to L.A. tonight. For whatever reason, the doctor, the grief collector, was planning to take another human being’s soul and break it open like an egg...

-- Robert Ellis, CITY OF ECHOES

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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Robert Ellis: THE LOVE KILLINGS, The Late Night Call

Matt’s cell phone started vibrating. Digging it out of his pocket, he knew that at this hour the caller could be only one of two people. As he read his new supervisor’s name on the face, Lt. Howard McKensie from Hollywood Homicide, his heart quickened.

Matt had been cleared for active duty just two days ago by his doctors at USC Medical Center and by an LAPD psychiatrist working out of the Behavioral Science Section in Chinatown.

McKensie cleared his throat, his voice rough and ready. “Why aren’t you sleeping, Jones? It’s two in the fucking morning and you’re not sleeping. This is what worries me about you.”

Matt glanced back at the wildfire. “Everybody’s up, Lieutenant. The canyon’s on fire.”

“Your place gonna burn?”

“Doesn’t look like it, unless the wind changes.”

“Good,” McKensie said. “Then I need to see you in my office ASAP.”

Matt stood up. “You’ve got something for me already? A new case?”

“Yeah, Jones. It looks like you’ve caught a new case.”

                               Robert Ellis, THE LOVE KILLINGS

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