rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
Patricia CornwellMots clés science murder mystery forensics
Do no harm and leave the world a better place than you found it.
Patricia CornwellMots clés inspirational
Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.
Patricia CornwellMots clés grief
Leaves covered pavement like soggy cereal.
Patricia CornwellI wouldn't want to assume that all men are like you. If I did, I know I would give them up entirely
Patricia CornwellThe dead have never bothered me. It's the living that I fear.
Patricia CornwellHas all the trappings of a mystery novel, doesn't it?
Patricia CornwellSurvival my only hope. Success my only revenge
Patricia CornwellMots clés inspirational-attitude
And suddenly the world was filled with wooden faces and flat voices - and, you were alone.
Patricia CornwellBlood squirted as his transected femoral artery haemorrhaged to the rhythm of his horrible heart.
- From Potter's Field
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