Cortney Noland

“Where’s my uncle?” she asked.
“I don’t know who your uncle is, but if it as the guy who owned this place before I bought it, then he’s pushing up daisies.”
“But it can’t be, he’s still young.”
― Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

“More yelling rolled out amid crashing sounds of a fight, the flat at the back of the stage swayed, the actors exchanged frightened looks, and the curtain abruptly fell.”
― Theasa Tuohy, Mademoiselle le Sleuth

“Who the hell are you? And why are you here at this hour?”
“Who am I? My name is Colonel Westerdam. Now, get your butt in gear, Swamp. That was your call sign, wasn’t it?”
― Behcet Kaya, Deception: A Jack Ludefance Novel

“This evening I spied her in the back orchard. I decided to sacrifice one of my better old shirts and carried it out to her. The weather’s been warm of late. Buds on the apple trees are ready to burst. Usually by this time of the year, at that time of day, the back orchard is full of screaming children. Damut’s boys were the only two. They were on the terrace below her, running through the slanted sunlight, chasing each other around tree trunks. She stood above them, like a merlin watching rabbits play.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master