Ian Rankin Quotes

When the shit was heading fanwards.

Was still a fine, persistent drizzle. There was a word in Scots for it—smirr.

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Sir Ian James Rankin (born 28 April 1960) is a Scottish crime writer and philanthropist, best known for his Inspector Rebus novels.

At Tulliallan Police College DI John Rebus based at St. Leonard’s police station in Edinburgh DI James Jazz McCullough based in Dundee DI Francis Gray based in Glasgow DS Stu Sutherland based in Livin...

So Clarke was in her Vauxhall Astra, on her way to the Royal Infirmary. The hospital sat on the southern edge of the city, plenty of space in the car park at this hour. She showed her ID at the Accide...

Well to hell with them. He’d done his duty, he’d paid his respects. He wouldn’t bother them any more. Let them live in their cramped flat, visited by this … gentleman, this mock adult. Rebus had more...

All eyes turned towards him, entered the

Bessant friend of the deceased, also an art dealer Malcolm Neilson artist William Allison Neilson’s lawyer Dominic Mann art dealer Eric Brains Bain detective, computer specialist Professor Gates patho...

Scotsman’s way of dealing with death. He’d found

Everything you do from waking till sleeping is against somebody's Bible, Cafferty.

I wouldn't join you if you were coming apart at the seams.

Scotland is divided into several police regions. Rebus works for Lothian and Borders Police, whose beat covers Edinburgh and most points south until you reach the English border. The region’s HQ is ba...

Infra-red connection,’ he explained. ‘Gets us on-line in a hurry.

John Martyn on instead, Grace and Danger,

Rain wasn’t quite falling yet, but it had scheduled an appointment.

Now is the first day of the rest of your strife.

Perhaps if he stopped praying, God would take the hint and stop being such a bastard to one of his few believers on this near-godforsaken planet.

Silly buggers,