No one gets Paris after one visit. No one.
Sometimes anxiety did that – it could slow you down or speed you up.
But there was some life in the thing.
I am out of ideas and need to conserve my energy so I can freak out more efficiently.
But I was fuelled by the power of confusion and panic, which, like I said is always ready and waiting to get to work.
The sky was white instead of the crazy pink of the night before.
Who had just witnessed me go through an entire rainbow of emotions and experiences.
The regret and humiliation hurt much more than the cold.
Told me not to sell my self short.
Told her I would wait as long as it took. She told me not to bother, but I waited anyway.
Didn’t say we tell each other everything.
Good resume,” he said, not sounding all that impressed. “But what’s he like?” Oh, God. This conversation was going to go on.
Personality-wise. Is he secretly a poet or something? Does he dance around his room when he thinks no one is looking? Is he funny, like you? What’s his essence?
But... he had had a long night, and it seemed a waste to force my story on him when he was half asleep.
He still looked handsome. Not in the same way as Noah. Noah wasn’t flawless. He had no single amazing feature. Instead, he had a confluence of agreeable aspects that were accepted by one and all to add up to one very attractive whole, perfectly packaged in the right clothes.
My memories of the last year were playing back through my mind at super-speed, but I was looking at them all from a different camera angle.
In English Murder Villages, vats exist for the express purpose of drowning people – in beer, in pickling brine, in whiskey, in jam. This is doubly true if the vat was built by fourteenth-century monks.
Villagers love to remember the glorious old days, when they used to skewer one another with sticks, fire muskets into one another’s faces, and cut off their neighbors’ heads in the name of king or country or whatever they were into back then.
I’ve got a murder mansion, a house full of suspects, a pile of evidence, and nothing.
We’re good at lying,” Sebastian said, leaning over and managing a smile. “We’ve been doing it for years.