Noir
Christopher Moore
"“Dog pizza,” said Sal, first thing when I walked in. He was wearing a black apron, a bow tie, and a white shirt with garters on the sleeves, looking like the type of bartender who gets shot in westerns."
"“Dog pizza,” said Sal, first thing when I walked in. He was wearing a black apron, a bow tie, and a white shirt with garters on the sleeves, looking like the type of bartender who gets shot in westerns."
"Tony DeMarco made a handsome living selling drugs, breaking bones, and, when the opportunity presented itself, sending a .22-caliber bullet ricocheting off the inside of a mark’s skull."
"In the course of his career, James Bond had been held up and threatened in this sort of way literally dozens of times—often, as now, by a total stranger."
"The veteran controller had worked planes with communications trouble, aircraft that had strayed off course, and even emergencies, but no one had ever disobeyed an instruction before."
"Your new post takes effect in September. You’ll be heading up a new squad."
"“I can’t believe it’s almost the first of May,” said Awena, looking at the calendar hanging on the kitchen wall. “It’s nearly time for Beltane—how did that happen?"
"I was never too interested in my family’s history."
"Noah waited alone in the bull pen, a secured detention area of room-like cells on the bottom floor of the courthouse."
"It’s the waiting. That’s what’s getting to me, way more than I thought it would."
"'You won’t let any of the bad people hurt Aunt Alex, will you?' she asked, her features and tone suddenly turning anxious."
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