“Nicolo kept one hand firmly in his and the opposite arm around my waist. I could have been wearing a straitjacket in a nuthouse and felt freer.” “Rooster’s nostrils flare. Given the scale of the man, the act carries weight.” “I remember her singing some nights, the sort of French songs that make you feelContinue reading “Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (9)”
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Signed with Kirk House Publishers!
We’re thrilled to have partnered with Kirk House Publishers for the next step of our journey! Next up, we’ll finalize the cover, do a final proof … and then we’ll start the presses! Pre-orders will be available soon with books available in early 2024!
Great Lines from the Paragon Hotel (8)
“When I catch my first face full of Portland in blazing daylight, I gape up at it like a salmon, fish mouthed and reeling.” “We turned a corner. A poplar rustled a warning, a stray cat yowled an alarm…” “…men with nostrils illuminated by their cigars.” “Silent as a moth’s wing, I enter…” “He hadContinue reading “Great Lines from the Paragon Hotel (8)”
Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (7)
“Officers Taffy and Overton are verily apples and iguanas. Taffy is the apple—significant beer paunch, Irish complexion, the vaguest border between chin and neck.” “Overton blinks like a priest eyeing a roast.” “He turns out to be an enormous charcoal-colored fellow, with a bald head and a rhino’s posture and a voice that makes youContinue reading “Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (7)”
Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (6)
“…some girls dream of wedding dresses and fashion veils from day-old newspaper. I dreamed of standing in front of a bullet for a friend.” “I edged silent as a cat’s tail through the swinging door…” “My stomach had relocated to my shoes.” “The truth is, I’ve been shoving thoughts underwater like unwanted puppies. When yourContinue reading “Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (6)”
Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (4)
“Her tone is full of cordial but tightly bottled.” “The laddie makes my heart do pony tricks.” “Max chuckles. I’ve never seen him laugh before, and it’s a spill of light, crowding everything else from his face.” “There are stories in this soup—Miss Christina’s stories. I wonder where she learned them, and why they tasteContinue reading “Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (4)”
Confrontation.
“Why are you here?!” I blurted, assailing him angrily with my tone. Ten zealous steps later, I was standing directly in front of his gloved hands, which were clenching and unclenching under his downturned chin. This is another line from Suddenly Rural Girl, the YA Novel I’m close to wrapping up. Soon, I’ll move intoContinue reading “Confrontation.”
Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (3)
“He was a short, squat Sicilian who brought to mind a horse turd…” “When the local delinquents tried to take my coin, I fought like a wet cat, twisting, biting, clawing. And usually winning.” “the moon a wicked smirk,” “Mavereen’s finger rises to point down the hallway. It’s an inexorable gesture. A sunrise. There isContinue reading “Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (3)”
Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (2)
“Hearing Mrs. Muriel Snider speak, I reflect, is better than being shot. But not by a terribly wide margin.” “…tense as a high-wire act.” While The Paragon Hotel is not my favorite Faye novel, her gift for imaginative and delicious lines shows in this, too.If you’ve not read any Lindsay Faye, I’d recommend her work!Continue reading “Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel (2)”
Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel
“Harry was always dour, but I’d never seen his face turned the color of molding cheese previous.” Bet he could charm the skin off a tomato in person.” While The Paragon Hotel is not my favorite Faye novel, her gift for imaginative and delicious lines shows in this, too.If you’ve not read any Lindsay Faye,Continue reading “Great Lines from The Paragon Hotel”
An unexpected visitor…
The door sliced open, and a stylish and inky cowboy boot pressed into the gravel drive. Moments later, a figure loomed taller than the car. A thick, gray mustache hung over the man’s lip like an inverted frown. Bushy eyebrows shaded gray and unreadable eyes. The man cleared his throat with a guttural scoop andContinue reading “An unexpected visitor…”
Ben Aaronovitch’s Rivers of London, Book 1 (3)
As I read my Kindle, I highlight intriguing or beautifully descriptive passages from the novel. Here are a few recent . . . “Most people don’t want to fight, especially when evenly matched. A mob will tear an individual to pieces and a man with a gun and a noble cause is happy to killContinue reading “Ben Aaronovitch’s Rivers of London, Book 1 (3)”