“Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an anguished O. He had to admit, there was real pleasure in seeing her pay the price for her bitching and whining and moaning. She’d called men like him misogynists. That was the… — 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
