Prussian Blue (Bernie Gunther, #12)

by Philip Kerr

They say your children are your real future; if that was so I didn’t give much for her chances.

you could see a hive of bees doing what bees do. They call it work but I’m not so sure that the bees would; I doubt they had a union.

The house was a large wooden one with a wraparound wooden balcony and a covered stairway up the side; it was the kind of place where they grew leather shorts in window boxes.

With its German simplicity and French pretensions, the Saar resembled some ghastly transvestite—a very muscular man badly in need of a shave who was wearing lipstick and high heels in a hopeless attempt to pass himself off as a pretty coquette.