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“wondered how old she was. When she first sat down I’d thought she was in her midthirties, closer to my age, but her smile, and the spray of faded freckles across the bridge of her nose made her look younger. Twenty-eight maybe. My wife’s age. “And I work, of course, when I fly,” I added. “What do you do?” I gave her the short story version, how I funded and advised Internet start-up companies. I didn’t tell her how I’d made most of my money—by selling those companies off as soon as they looked promising. And I didn’t tell her that I never really needed to work again”
― Peter Swanson, The Kind Worth Killing

“My husband never transformed into a handsome prince. He stayed quite firmly in the reptile family, a chameleon, perhaps? And I’m pretty sure that if I had ever lost a shoe—even if it were priceless, like a limited edition Manolo Blahnik—he wouldn’t have lifted a finger to find it. Why didn’t I see that he was never going to be my prince?”
― Ava Miles, Nora Roberts Land

“best places to hide but also because he changed his spots frequently. However, those days were gradually falling behind, especially now that he was in his last days of primary school. By the end of the summer, he would start middle school, so he had to take advantage of what little childhood he had left. He went around the house into the backyard and found the kitchen door hung wide open. Too easy, he told himself. Besides, he risked”
― Miguel Estrada, Madhouse

“with narrow set eyes that gave him the appearance of a rat. His torn jeans added to the general impression of lack of care, although it was to some extent offset by the brand new expensive white trainers that adorned his otherwise bare feet. Lorcan was nursing the dregs of a pint of Smithwicks, his second of the evening. It would be his last drink of the day, for Lorcan was stony broke.”
― David Pearson, Murder on the West Coast