Fiction Blurs The Lines Between Good and Evil

How old is a twenty-year-old? Old enough to go to war and kill or be killed? Yes, of course. But old enough to handle life in a changing and complex world?

I write about crime because I enjoy examining the fault lines between weakness and strength and the conflict within a single soul between good and evil. To me, the appeal of crime fiction is the wondering whether, in the end, the characters in their fight between right and wrong have reset my moral order.

In my upcoming novel, the main character lives in contradiction. He juggles the consequences of actions that test his conscience and lead me deep into his spirit and mind while he searches for a set of values and objectives to guide his life. Is he a sinner or a saint? The lines, as always, are blurred.