About the Author
Kathleen Yasas was born and raised in central New York, and has been writing all of her life. While her body of work has included children's and nonfiction books, investigative reporting, opinion columns, feature writing, and women's health issues, she admits that when it comes to fiction, her mind often turns to mystery...and murder. "There's nothing like sitting at home on a rainy night, curled in front of the fire with a cup of cocoa, reading about a good old fashioned killing," she says. Her latest book, If Thine Eye Be Evil, was inspired by a long-ago murder in northeast Arkansas, where she was once a newspaper reporter. A girl was found dead in a cotton field, stabbed in the chest, and a fellow reporter had to cover the story. "We were all so young, only just out of college, and my friend the reporter was really freaked out about seeing the dead girl," she says. "Gloria was her name, and she came back to the office completely pale. I felt so sorry for her I took her out to a steak lunch, which in the end probably wasn't the best idea considering she liked her sirloin rare." That experience lingered for many years until, finally, it emerged as the story of a serial killer stalking young women and, ultimately, the very newspaper reporters trying to track the killer down. The story begins in Arkansas and comes to its shocking conclusion in upstate New York. Ms. Yasas draws on her familiarity with both the north and the south - and with the newspaper business - to paint a portrait of murder most foul. "I would never consider myself a ghoulish person," she says, "but I admit that sometimes I wonder about my own mind. Some people might look at a dock, for example, and write a story about a pleasant family vacation on the lake. When I look at that dock, I don't think of fishing: I think of someone being pushed off of the dock into the water...and being held under until their face turns blue, their eyes bulging, arms thrashing, gasping for breath but realizing too late that the person holding them down isn't going to stop, isn't going to let go until they're dead." At this she shrugs. "What can I say? It's just how my mind works."