They searched for the sound. Tried to find it in the pain of their passion...the scream of her surrender...the rage of his rape...
PERIOD PUBLICATIONS M-102
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, USA
FIRST PRINTING AUGUST 1961
SINNERS DON'T CRY -
Her life was one big roman candle. And when it exploded inside her she really came alive. She couldn't cry...she was too busy living. She wasn't sorry for what she was doing...only for what she wasn't doing.
Like this novel sings, man. Like it's alive. Make the scene on tour with a velvet-throated thrush with a golden body in front of a mad group of jazz-men who take their kicks where they find them. 'Cause that's livin'. Real livin.'
