Odessa Thim

“The paved path at Bald Hill always felt more like a promise than a trail—broad, human, predictable.”
― D.L. Maddox, Killer

“Thinking about the weather was one way of shutting out of his mind the appalling bloody human mess sprawled out over the bed of this seedy hotel room in central London. The sight and smell was sickening - even to a hardened detective like him. Felling the bile rising in his throat again, he hurried out into the dimly lit corridor. “Where are you, Sergeant? Is the doctor here yet?”
― Mark Ellis, The French Spy

“I'll have apple juice," Miranda said. "Mommy doesn't let me drink wine yet.”
― Theasa Tuohy, Mademoiselle le Sleuth

“Before and behind me, nothing but infernal things were made and sold, and I endured inbetween, infernally.”
― Gary Clemenceau, Banker's Holiday: A Novel of Fiscal Irregularity