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1 pages, Audio CD
First published December 14, 2013

“Her eyes were as endless and shifting as the sea, the blue as rich as lapis lazuli. Between my fingers, her hair was cool as silk and soft as feathers. Her face was fascinating, as though she was a puzzle I couldn’t quite solve. Time’s cryptic crossword, ageless and ancient, fragile and eternal..(...)She sparkled in my mouth like champagne. My kisses landed on her skin as vivid as butterflies. The idle play of her fingertips glittered over me like dew across a spider’s web.”

The whiskey was smooth and rich, and probably expensive. Truthfully, I'm not that much of a connoisseur. I just like to get drunk.Awesome, right? I love anything involving a drunken, jaded PI. Anything noir.
“Oscar Wilde," he drawled, "wrote that a cigarette is the perfect type of perfect pleasure. It is exquisite and leaves one unsatisfied. He paused. "Wanker.”
On the stage, the singer started on one of those classic blues songs where a guy shoots his wife and is sad about it.
“My girlfriend, my ex-girlfriend, my girlfriend's ex-girlfriend, and my new assistant were all staring at me.”
"Here lies Kate Kane. *insert stupidity* Beloved daughter. Sorely missed."
"Here lies Kate Kane. Eaten by big bad werewolves. Beloved daughter. Sorely missed."
"Here lies Kate Kane, killed by a bloodsucking monster in the Knightsbridge flat of a far more attractive bloodsucking monster. Beloved daughter. Sorely missed."
"Here lies Kate Kane. Killed in a foreplay accident. Beloved daughter. Sorely missed."
"Here lies Kate Kane, shot by a ghost on a unicorn. Beloved daughter. Sorely missed."
"Here lies Kate Kane. Died of leptospirosis after swimming in a river of poo. Beloved daughter. Sorely missed."
"Here lies Kate Kane. Driven into a wall by a statue without a licence. Beloved daughter. Sorely missed."
"Here lies Kate Kane. Should have looked where she was fucking going. Beloved daughter. Sorely missed."
"She lay underneath me like an unexploded grenade."
She reached out and twisted a lock of my hair around her finger. I looked down and saw it shone white in the moonlight.
“You see,” she said softly, “he could have sucked you dry in seconds. I don’t want anyone hurt on my account.”
In a moment of horrified vanity, I checked the rest of my hair, but it was okay. God, what if it had grabbed my boob or something?