Was still a fine, persistent drizzle. There was a word in Scots for it—smirr.
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...
Thing about that ladder, Shiv, each rung you climb there’s another arse waiting to be licked. What a lovely image. We all need some poetry in our lives.
There was a ring at the door. He did not answer. They would go away, and he would be alone again with his grief, his impotent anger, and his undusted possessions.
The man called Gareth was laughing into his mobile phone as the door opened. There were gold rings on each of his fingers, chains dangling from his neck and wrists. He wasn’t tall but he was wide. Reb...
Scotsman’s way of dealing with death. He’d found
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.
Infra-red connection,’ he explained. ‘Gets us on-line in a hurry.
Silly buggers,
All eyes turned towards him, entered the
WE COMMIT ALL SORTS OF INJUSTICES AT EVERY STEP WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST EVIL INTENTION. EVERY MINUTE WE ARE THE CAUSE OF SOMEONE’S UNHAPPINESS
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...
Places changing and people with them, dreams shifting ever further beyond reach.
Now is the first day of the rest of your strife.
With
When the shit was heading fanwards.
Everything you do from waking till sleeping is against somebody's Bible, Cafferty.