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“I am going away, James.”  Those were her words.  Solemn, magical words.

Nicholas Crisp,  Unfit for Murder.

“History should have arranged itself to suit me” is what Fitzwilliam must have been thinking.

Trent Bendix,  Grieving for Margaret.

“The more we enable (or prod) people to express themselves, the more commonplace lying will become.”  Benjamin quoted this proposition several times that evening, and he referred to it as Van der Weyden’s Law.

Jed Honneger,  The Barca Boys.

Timothy’s shock was merely for show.  And some of us knew it.

Allison Cowling,  Night of the Detective.

To them, it doesn’t seem like a conscious decision.  But it is.

Hampton Fancher,  Variations on the Red Barn Con.

“But he is not special, Glenda.”  Michael was showing his impatience again.  “In fact, Jeffrey is ordinary.  Excessively ordinary.”

Alberta Traywick,  Susannah’s Accident.

“Simpler times are coming, boys,” urged Lawrence.  “Harder times.  But simpler.”

Lane Vivian,  A Knob of Old Cheese and Ten More Tales.

“The ground under our feet isn’t solid,” asserted Mr. Lazenby.  “No, it is Facebook that is solid.”

Everson Dwight,  Theory of Machines, a Novel.

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Andrew Tertullian,  Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.

“A thrill will last forever and ever and ever, no?”

Agatha Vox,  When Everything Was Singing.