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Disordered Daggers : Pleasantville by Attica Locke (2015)

gervase_fen Sep 14, 2015 20:40

( There was a dagger of glass still hanging from the window frame, and in the harsh white light of the conference room, Jay caught a glimpse of his own reflection. He hadn’t shaved in days, and the curls on his chin were coming in steel gray. His eyes had gone flat and dull with age, like two coals forgotten in a fire. Jay hardly flinched at the sight. He was four years shy of fifty, he had two kids who deserved a hell of a lot better than they’d been handed in this life, and his wife had been dead a year. )

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TV 2015 : Viewing from the Vaults, August edition

gervase_fen Aug 13, 2015 20:06

( Paper trails )

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Disordered Shelves : The Hog's Back Mystery by Freeman Wills Crofts (1933)

gervase_fen Aug 10, 2015 21:29

( “It’s what I call a ‘thin air’ case,” said French. “At 8.40 on a Sunday evening a peacable elderly gentleman is seated over his drawing-room fire, all settled down comfy for the evening, deep in his Observer. Three minutes later he has gone.” )

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Disordered Daggers : The Shut Eye by Belinda Bauer (2015)

gervase_fen Aug 09, 2015 01:06

( The longer DCI John Marvel worked in homicide, the more he disliked people. He’d never met one he didn’t hate - or despise at the very least - and he could see the bad in anyone. It was a useful quality in a detective. Not so much in a human being. )

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Disordered Daggers : Nobody Walks by Mick Herron (2015)

gervase_fen Aug 03, 2015 10:21

( Bettany poured more water. He didn’t often think about his past, but that too was the undercover mentality. The person you used to be was sealed off, boxed tight, locked shut, and you walked away. But nobody really walked. )

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Disordered Daggers : Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng (2014)

gervase_fen Aug 01, 2015 11:16

( Later, when they look back on this last evening, the family will remember almost nothing. So many things will be pared away by the sadness to come. Nath, flushed with excitement, chattered through dinner, but none of them - including him - will remember this unusual volubility, or a single word he said. They will not remember the early evening sunlight splashing across the tablecloth like melted butter, or Marilyn saying ‘The lilacs are starting to bloom’… Instead, they will dissect this evening for years to come. What had they missed that they should have seen? What small gesture, forgotten, might have changed everything? )

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TV 2015 : Viewing from the Vaults, July edition

gervase_fen Jul 22, 2015 07:43

( Or, oh heck, I've succumbed to another Network 40% off sale. )

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Disordered Daggers : Missing by Sam Hawken (2014)

gervase_fen Jul 19, 2015 19:58

( “Perhaps I can help you to understand. This is a city at war with itself. The Municipal Police, the Federal Police, the army… we are all just players in the larger scheme of things. We have the Zetas and the Golfos to contend with and things happen in this city that are terrible beyond description. But that does not mean there is no chance of success. It means only that we must address our problems with patience and determination. But mostly patience.” )

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Disordered Daggers : The Night the Rich Men Burned by Malcolm Mackay (2014)

gervase_fen Jul 14, 2015 12:21

( Lay down a marker. You let him push past you once and he keeps trying to push past you. You let him walk away from this conversation and you never get him back. The key to being a good collector is setting the tone. Do it early. Make sure the person knows who controls this. Make sure they know it’s never going to be them. )

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Disordered Daggers : Life or Death by Michael Robotham (2014)

gervase_fen Jul 07, 2015 12:57

( Headlights swing around a bend, accelerating towards him. Audie plunges down a ravine, turning his face to the ground so it won’t reflect the light. The truck hurtles past, kicking up a cloud of dust that balloons and settles around him until he can feel it on his teeth. Getting to his hands and knees, Audie crawls through the tangle of brambles, dragging the plastic gallon containers behind him. At any moment he expects to hear someone shouting and the telltale click of a bullet sliding into a chamber. )

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