Intricately plotted, beautifully paced, The Music of the Spheres is an elegant historical novel rich in detail, at times Dickensian in its description of London. Elizabeth Redfern has made an exciting debut. — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“If a cone had dropped on velvet needles, if a star had lain a silver track across the sky, if the dead had turned… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
You can't be blocked if you just keep on writing words. Any words. People who get 'blocked' make the mistake of thinking they have… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“any particular idiot in mind?” “I do, indeed. If Tom was actually here on Monday, and he needed an alibi, well, man, he didn’t… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“As he followed Wood, Jury thought: one disappearance, two auto accident victims, one in a mental institution, one drowned. One murdered. Rackmoor, for all… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories. — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“And how did he ever think he’d get away with murdering me?” Her tone implied she must surely belong to that rare breed of… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“Fear wearing black.' Definition of cool. Maybe it's also the definition of courage. Would she be courageous?”.” — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
You can never do enough for the dead. You search around for comfort but there is no comfort; there never was and never will… — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
“Losing one's mind is surely like losing one's virginity. Lose a little, lose a lot.” — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
Arnold was a dog's dog. Whenever he shuffled along walks and through alleyways, he always gave the impression of being on to something big. — Martha Grimes Copy Share Image
