Margurite Comrey

“You shall address me as ‘My Dearest’,’ he repeated in a mocking voice, trying to copy her tone. ‘You will forget all about this conversation when you leave this room.’ It was interesting that tone; it had a sort of hypnotising ring to it.”
― Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

“Mary tried to look reassuring. “It’s a house party, he said,” she directed at the Falconers, “Sir Viktor’s holding a house party for the convenience of the police. It’s like an old-fashioned mystery novel.”
― Susan Rowland, Murder on Family Grounds

“Ben leaned back slightly, studying her with that same
unreadable calm. “I looked into you, you know. Not the
name you gave. The real one.”
Jane sat up slowly, her wine glass balanced loosely in
one hand. The water had gone too still, as if something
just below the surface had pressed pause.”
― D.L. Maddox, Secrets

“The room was cavernous, divided into varied sections by high Moorish arches of a rusty peach, the ceiling of painted patterns set between strips of light blue wood. Bright colors everywhere, high curved windows bordered in violet, smaller windows inset with yellow and green stones and framed in aqua, banquettes upholstered in red and gold.
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― Theasa Tuohy, Mademoiselle le Sleuth