87th Precinct series. Who would want to murder a nun?
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And the other nun says, "It must be the cobblestones."
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"He sometimes watched old ladies plodding heavily across city streets where buses threatened, and knew for certain that inside those shrunken bodies were the shining faces of fourteen-year-olds."
"She doesnt know I still smoke," he explained, letting out a self-satisfied poisonous cloud. "Her brother had his larynx removed last month, she thinks everybody in the worlds gonna get throat cancer now. Ive been smoking since I was sixteen, I dont even cough."
Co-authored by Elizabeth Ann Scarborough. This book is about cats in space. It is OK, funny at times, perhaps even "slyly" funny. I will read the next book. But after that, I am not making any promises.
Another in the series of the No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency stories, the second one I've read now. A very nice story, with interesting insights into life in Botswana.
A jobless Vietnam vet kills a banker sorta accidently, ends up helping a girl search for the Bright Girl, and avoiding a bounty hunter with three arms. Very excellent.
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..."I always wanted to pull my own weight. Pay my bills and take pride in my job. That's what was importent to me." (pg. 231)
A man and his son travel the road to the sea in this tale of survival years after some unnamed disaster kills pretty much everything but a few semi-human survivors. The author seems to have a "thing" about using apostrophes consistently. Some lovely writing, but I didn't really care for the book.
Firefly, #8. It was nice to visit with the crew as they are hired to catch a killer who gunned down a beloved lawyer on the planet Abel. They are hired by the lawyer's daughter.
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Fella -- The word fella, or fellas, is used over a hundred times in the story. It annoyed me.
Contains the stories "Bimbos Of The Death Sun" and "Zombies Of The Gene Pool", two very good stories involving Fandom and murder. The quote below, from "Zombies", reminds of when I had the flu last week...
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..."Are you all right?" An instant later they could see he wasn't. The smell of vomit and voided bowels reached them them and made them draw back, even before Marion saw the stiffening form of the room's occupant, sprawled across the sill of the bathroom.