“She still looked quite capable of carrying off first prize at a beauty contest, if such contests ever attracted beauty …”
Sutherland ScottMurder Without Mourners
“Water turns into waves. Waves wearing a diaphanous frosting of Fairy Dust. Cresting between what came before and what comes after, that singular sensation of “being there”...”
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““She was no lady,” Dodds asserted firmly. “Ladies don’t canoodle in mortuaries.””
Sutherland ScottDiagnosis ... Murder
“But, as Dodds remarked, life is like that. We all of us enter it howling defiance, and depart in silence.”
Sutherland ScottMurder Without Mourners
