Talmage Powell > Quotes

“driveway past the sheltering rows of tall Australian pines. Swiveling his head, he watched a distant humpback”
― Talmage Powell, The Second Talmage Powell Crime MEGAPACK®: 20 More Classic Mysteries

“Four miles away, a hazy ridge of hills provided a backdrop toward which rolled the scattered farms of the upper Raritan River valley. The nearest farm, that of Ray Tucket,”
― Talmage Powell, The Murder MEGAPACK®: 22 Classic and Modern Tales of Crime and Murder

“You can’t arrest me, sheriff,” he snapped angrily. “Judge Somerville won’t hold me ten minutes, ’less you got proof or witnesses.”
― Talmage Powell, The Murder MEGAPACK®: 22 Classic and Modern Tales of Crime and Murder

“Abe fetching the hunting rifle wouldn’t matter, either. The rifle which had killed Lias had been bought secondhand over to Pottersville three years ago and nobody had ever seen it in Jeb’s house.”
― Talmage Powell, The Murder MEGAPACK®: 22 Classic and Modern Tales of Crime and Murder

“Soothed her with scopoline.”
― Talmage Powell, The Third Talmage Powell Crime MEGAPACK®: 25 Classic Stories

“Jeb’s eyes glistened. He knew all about these juicy berries. They were a hybrid strain, and the talk of Bedminster Township, because they ripened earlier than any other variety in the valley. The thirsty man picked a berry as large as his thumb, moistened his tongue.”
― Talmage Powell, The Murder MEGAPACK®: 22 Classic and Modern Tales of Crime and Murder

“Are you dippy, and all that sort of thing? Bats in the belfry—what? My word!” Marlowe stepped nearer to him and spoke in a lower voice. “Suppose, Mr. Warwick,”
― Talmage Powell, The Crime Fiction MEGAPACK®: 20 Classic Crimes

“I started the motor, let it idle for a minute. Then I pointed the nose toward St. Pete and Coquina Key. It was a little after 11:00 when I rolled down the boulevard on the island. A huge moon bathed Coquina Key in silver light. White surf broke against the beach, and out in the water, moon lays lay in a great”
― Talmage Powell, The Third Talmage Powell Crime MEGAPACK®: 25 Classic Stories

“Kill One, Skip One The beer garden was crowded with people in rumpled sport shirts and slacks and cool cotton dresses. It was hot, smoky, wet and rank with the odor of beer, turgidly alive with sluggish conversation and the rasping of a juke box. I bought a beer at the bar and asked if Baxter Osgood was around.”
― Talmage Powell, The Third Talmage Powell Crime MEGAPACK®: 25 Classic Stories

“They’d snigger and say she just kept Clyde around because she was a robust she-male who had to have a bull in her bed.”
― Talmage Powell, The Western Novel MEGAPACK™: 4 Classic Tales of the Old West

“his record player he put some very cool Brubeck and very torrid Rusty Warren and then, from the tenth which he’d purchased on the way home, poured himself a precise ounce”
― Talmage Powell, The Talmage Powell Crime MEGAPACK®