"When she came home Friday, she found the house in a grave silence, with no fetching aroma to delight her nose. She found me slumped on the couch, my face in my hands."
"In her yellow handbag was a Saturday night special, a deck of tarot cards, and a cyanide pill for worst-case scenarios. But today, she wouldn’t need any of them."
"The contrast between the limpid surroundings and the vagueness of the body in the bed turns her stomach, sends a bitter aftertaste up into her throat."
"I slowly raised the pistol and fully extended my arm toward the balloon, trying to keep my hand steady as the Hindenburg filled the gun sights. I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger."
"There was no way out. I was utterly and completely trapped. And the knowledge threatened to overwhelm me."
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"Blood, manuscripts and rare volumes have started appearing on the market from Ravenswick Abbey’s library and there’s a whisper that they are harbouring something very special indeed there."
"He knew for a fact that any naïve remnant of a sense of justice he might have had would vanish the moment the heavy door slammed behind him with its irrevocable click."
