Muted ‘thanks’ as the person moved away. ‘It
Job, actually. I read it once a long time ago. It seems more frightening now though. The man who begins to doubt, who shouts out against his God, looking for a response, and who gets one. ‘God gave th...
I'm caught, he thought, between a cushion and a soft place
Rebus lifted a Guardian
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Where was the religion for a man who believed that good and bad must coexist, even within the individual? Where was the religion for a man who believed in God but not in God’s religion?
Poor girl. She would change. The idealism would vanish once she saw how hypocritical the whole game was, and what luxuries lay outside university. When she left, she’d want it all: the executive job i...
I doubt he’d give me the smell from his farts—no, tell a lie: in that one respect he’s being more than generous.
Fifteen years, and all he had to show were an amount of self-pity and a busted marriage with an innocent daughter hanging between them. It was more disgusting than sad.
We’ve already eaten,’ Fox said. ‘Nice, was
John Martyn on instead, Grace and Danger,
Like he could use a good meal. Rebus had seen more meat on a butcher’s pencil.
The Scottish vernacular is rich in colourful euphemisms for inebriation: ‘stocious’, ‘stotting’, ‘guttered’, ‘steaming’, ‘steamboats’, ‘wellied’ and ‘hoolit’ are just a few. Another is ‘mortal’, as in...
He’s a piece of the jigsaw.’ ‘Maybe so, John, but if he is, he’s a bit of sky or cloud – I can see the picture clearly enough without him.
Shi-vawn.
Jim
Bad-mouthing everyone else is such a simple option.
Parked and placed the POLICE sign on the dashboard.
The mistrust and resentment they brought with them, the way tribes feared anything new, anything from outside the camp’s tight confines.
Scotsman’s way of dealing with death. He’d found