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“Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
Raymond Chandler died on this day in 1959; he is buried at Mount Hope Cemetery, San Diego, California.
“We are closer to the end of the world than to that minute that has just passed by, because that is lost forever.”
―Håkan Nesser, Mind’s Eye
It’s the birthday of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of master sleuth Sherlock Holmes. He was born on May 22, 1859, in Edinburgh, Scotland.
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FIREPROOF — the new Maggie O’Dell mystery from Alex Kava is now in paperback…
New York Times bestselling author Alex Kava returns in a blaze of glory with a gripping, action-packed thriller featuring special agent Maggie O’Dell,who is leading the search for a serial arsonist whose crimes threaten Maggie dangerously close to home. When a building bursts into flames on a cold winter night in D.C., investigators see a resemblance to a string of recent fires in the area. There is one difference, however: This one has a human casualty. The local team insists they’re looking for a young white male, suffering from an uncontrollable impulse to act out his anger or sexual aggression. But when special agent Maggie O’Dell is called in, everything she sees leads her to believe that this is the work of a calculating and controlled criminal.
PHANTOM by Jo Nesbø is now in paperback…
When Harry Hole moved to Hong Kong, he thought he was escaping the traumas of his life in Oslo and his career as a detective for good. But now he’s back and, although off the police force, he still has a case to solve. Oleg, the boy he helped raise, has been arrested for the murder of a fellow drug addict. Harry is convinced that Oleg is not a killer. This most personal case will send Harry into the depths of the city’s drug culture, where a shockingly deadly new street drug is gaining popularity, and will force him to confront a wrenching truth about his past in order to save Oleg and himself.
“I’m not sure what I am. I just know there’s something dark in me. I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it, but it’s there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he’s driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don’t fight him, I don’t want to. He’s all I’ve got. Nothing else could love me, not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else… someone. It’s like the mask is slipping and things… people… who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.”
― Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter
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“O.K.”
“Gee I’m glad.”
“Me too. I’m so sick of hot dogs and beer and apple pie with cheese on the side I could heave it all in the river.”
“You’ll love it, Frank. We’ll get a place up in the mountains, where it’s cool, and then, after I get my act ready, we can go all over the world with it. Go as we please, do as we please, and have plenty of money to spend. Have you got a little bit of gypsy in you?”
“Gypsy? I had rings in my ears when I was born.”
― James M. Cain, The Postman Always Rings Twice
