That's it, Uncle Huey!" Imogene Duckworthy whipped off her apron and flung it onto the slick, stainless steel counter. "I quit!" If only her voice didn’t sound so young.
Kaye GeorgeImogene Duckworthy did not like pigs. She was fairly fond of cattle, having grown up surrounded by them. She hadn't been around pigs much. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever driven toward a pig farm.
Kaye GeorgeImmy knocked on his open door. "Mr. Mallett?"
The look on his narrow face was pained. "What's with the Mr. Mallett? When you don't call me Mike, it's usually trouble.
There was that sound again--snap, then a footfall. She tried to whirl around as a dark form--Dear God--sprang with a splash from the darkness--grabbed her from behind, shoved her under the water.
Kaye GeorgeTags: music mystery composer midwest classical-music conductor
There has always been the wind.
Since our planet began to turn, there has been the wind. This ball of dirt and fire and water started to spin. The air stirred. And Earth's time began.
But the beginnings of the wind are lost in the mists of time. The wind blew before the Appian Way wended through Rome. It blew before the Parthenon crowned Athens. Before pyramids sprang up in Egypt.
Before the Mayans. Before the Incas.
Before Man.
Tags: mystery stone-age prehistory ice-age neanderthal
He does manage the bookstore, which is currently my favorite place on earth." Her eyes glazed over. "All those books. If I married him, I could probably work there the rest of my life. Nothing would make me happier."
"What about love?" Ve asked.
"Oh," Harper said solemnly. "I love books.
Tags: books funny mystery witch
No matterwhat he did to make Claire’s life better or show her he’d changed, these memories would always linger in the recesses of his mind. For the rest of his life, he’d know what he’d done. Tony hated himself for all of it—hell, he always had the end justifies the means argument, but even he didn’t believe that anymore. Not now. Not now that he knew Claire and loved Claire.
Aleatha RomigTags: romance dark mystery suspense thriller regrets aleatha-romig anthony-rawlings anton-rawls claire-nichols
A crowd of men stood in front of them. Of all ages, with expressions of sex-wonder in their eyes, gazing curiously as men who cannot solve a mystery that populates graveyards and through the ages has sent poets, popes, kings and fools to the junk heap.
Jim TullyTags: men sex lust mystery audience performer circus-parade jim-tully sideshow
If Mere Christianity helps make Christianity comprehensible, Orthodoxy makes it weird again.
Leah LibrescoTags: simplicity mystery
The silver car had been closing in, but just then, it took a sharp turn to the left. Where are they going? Leor wondered. But he decided to keep it to himself.
The cabby nodded and ran a hand through his hair. “Alright. Well, we’re here anyways.”
Leor saw the winery a few blocks down. “I thought you said it’d take ten minutes?”
“You made me nervous,” Claude retorted. “I drive fast when I’m nervous.”
“You should get that checked,” Leor replied. “It can’t be good for your kids. Or your wife.
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