Not even a hand-stitched suit could hide a body gone ruinously to seed. I was tempted to offer some fashion advice, but I didn't think he'd welcome the news that this year, bellies are being worn inside the trousers. — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
“I told her you were probably here'. 'Thanks,' Tony said. 'Did I mention she thinks her brother's murder is my fault?” — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
“Around five-eight, slim, good shoulders, narrow hips, legs and trunk in proportion, short dark hair, side parting, dark eyes, probably blue, shadows under the… — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
“I failed her. And she's out of my life. I don't even know where she's living. What she's doing to get through the days.… — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
“Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an anguished O. He had to admit, there was real pleasure in seeing her pay the price… — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
“Discovering dedicated mystery booksellers was a bit like going to heaven without having to die first” — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
“Everybody's got the right to go to hell in the handcart of their choice.” — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
“Look at you. Finally, you look upset. Is that what's bothering you now?' She stepped close to him and pushed him hard in the… — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
That was the trouble with moving houses; no matter how carefully you packed the books, they never ended up on the new shelves in… — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
“Why are you only coming home just after three? Do you want a drink? I'm wide awake now.' He could be so like a… — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
“junction at the top of the stairs. She gave a curious glance down General Tilney’s corridor, but she” — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
Steve Mosby has become one of a handful of writers who make me excited about crime fiction. — Val McDermid Copy Share Image
