Simon McCleave > Quotes

“Underservedly, you will atone for the sins of your father. Horace”
― Simon McCleave, The Harlech Beach Killings

“Ruth checked herself in the sun-visor mirror. Every time, she was still surprised not to see her twenty-seven-year-old self looking back at her.”
― Simon McCleave, The Harlech Beach Killings

“propensity to catastrophise”
― Simon McCleave, The Harlech Beach Killings

“When the sins of the father do visit us, we do not have to play host. We can banish them with forgiveness. August Wilson”
― Simon McCleave, The Harlech Beach Killings

“She had made her way to Baker Street where the London Planetarium was situated. It was also the venue for that evening’s Secret Garden Masked Ball. The irony that she was only a stone’s throw from the home of the world’s most famous detective wasn’t lost on her.”
― Simon McCleave, The Solace Farm Killings

“Coldplay is a band for people who don’t like music,”
― Simon McCleave, The Solace Farm Killings

“told me he was Liverpool’s answer to Elvis. And I looked at him”
― Simon McCleave, The Chirk Castle Killings

“There was a laziness to rain, he thought to himself. How raindrops obeyed gravity and just fell with no resistance.”
― Simon McCleave, The Harlech Beach Killings

“The worst were the Christians who would try to have ‘a quiet word’ with him before the meeting, trotting out the usual shit. They based the twelve steps of recovery on the Bible. He needed to say his prayers every morning. Fire and brimstone. Nothing worse than a converted alcoholic who then becomes a bullying AA zealot.”
― Simon McCleave, The Snowdonia Killings

“small Christmas tree placed apologetically in one corner.”
― Simon McCleave, The Dee Valley Killings

“Iechyd Da!”
― Simon McCleave, The Harlech Beach Killings

“Romans, Chapter 12, Verses 19-21. “Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay,’ says the Lord. On the contrary: ‘If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.’ Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”
― Simon McCleave, The Snowdonia Killings

“co-codamol.”
― Simon McCleave, The Harlech Beach Killings

“Alcohol wasn’t the problem. He was the problem. The pain, anguish and anxiety he felt needed to be masked, and alcohol was his medicine of choice. It did the trick. Or at least it used to.”
― Simon McCleave, The Snowdonia Killings

“were”
― Simon McCleave, The Snowdonia Killings

“The black scooter came into a view again, speeding”
― Simon McCleave, The Dee Valley Killings

“Emma’s eyed moved”
― Simon McCleave, The Devil's Cliff Killings

“She claims that she knows where Rosie Wright it.”
― Simon McCleave, The Devil's Cliff Killings

“When he couldn’t sleep, he felt more comfortable looking out at the night sky. In Alcoholics Anonymous they called it his ‘Higher Power’. A spiritual connection to something greater than himself. It was less claustrophobic maybe? However, his Higher Power was failing him miserably at the moment and he needed a drink. It’s the first drink that gets you drunk. Not the fourth or the fifth. The first. But he knew that. He didn’t need self-righteous slogans reverberating around his head at this time of the morning. Already his body had tensed with anger.”
― Simon McCleave, The Snowdonia Killings

“Revenge is sweet and not fattening.’ Alfred Hitchcock”
― Simon McCleave, The Snowdonia Killings

“question.”
― Simon McCleave, The Devil's Cliff Killings

“detectives with her this morning,”
― Simon McCleave, The Devil's Cliff Killings

“They were virtually all the same size but what the owners had decide to grow varied wildly.”
― Simon McCleave, The Harlech Beach Killings

“teachers from”
― Simon McCleave, The Snowdonia Killings

“ragged cliff tops that peered warily over the smooth sands of Harlech Beach,”
― Simon McCleave, The Harlech Beach Killings

“would”
― Simon McCleave, The Dee Valley Killings

“The air around him smelled of dampness and the decay of fallen leaves. But the rain had also made it fresh and light.”
― Simon McCleave, The Snowdonia Killings

“the dark, incoherent scribble of seaweed.”
― Simon McCleave, The Harlech Beach Killings

“One day you wake up, look in the mirror and you realise you’re shaving your father.”
― Simon McCleave, The Snowdonia Killings

“giving it the big one’ and putting all their backs up. Bloody English. They were short of DIs but if she patronised anyone in CID, then Nick was ready to set her straight. He had already rehearsed what he would say to her as soon as she started. He’d played that conversation out in his brain a few times recently. That’s just what he was like.”
― Simon McCleave, The Snowdonia Killings