Librada Rydell

“His remains consigned to the elements and wolves, would scattered across the March.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood

“Jane turned toward the source, following the shift in
energy like a current. At the top of the stone steps stood
a man in light summer clothes: a pale blue shirt, neatly
pressed trousers, polished loafers. He looked every inch
the old-money aristocrat. Relaxed posture. Clean-shaven
face. But no one smiled.”
― D.L. Maddox, The Dog Walker: Secrets

“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

“George’s utterance of the nest and the trap belonged to a bigger mystery she did not yet understand. One day I will, she promised herself. She would stake her life that those last words from her son would be solved by her. They were steppingstones into… whatever the wind and the stars and the valiant trees held for her.”
― Susan Rowland, Murder on Family Grounds