Moonflower Murders (Susan Ryeland, #2)

by Anthony Horowitz

the day had brought so many mishaps, one after another, that I was going to scream either at the moon or at him and he just happened to be nearer.

When you live in the country, you spend every minute of the day surrounded by a vast emptiness. I could feel it now. But you never think for a minute that you might become part of it.

We’d always had a difficult, edgy relationship and if I’d gone to have a quiet chat at the gravestone there was every chance it would have turned into a quarrel.

The supermarket that Aiden had visited is right in the middle but hides away as if it knows how ugly it is and feels ashamed to be there.

Things had been going so well until they had started going badly

Pünd was intrigued by the ship’s cabinet in the bathroom with its dozens of tiny drawers to keep things in place if there was a swell.

So they had told him they were going to the theatre. Pünd made a mental note. That was most certainly of interest.

The greatest evil occurs when people, no matter what their aims or their motives, become utterly convinced that they are right.’

The moon itself was low in the sky and appeared almost as a single eye, watching him from the other side of the world.

Pünd could not help feeling how much better their lives would have been if she had loved her husband a little less and her son a little more.

Will you believe me if I say that no matter how bad things may appear, they will be better tomorrow if you allow tomorrow to do its work?

There was something else about Stefan. He reminded me of someone – but at that moment I wasn’t sure who.

I thought of him as a mentor. This was strange, firstly because he was a fictitious character but mainly because I couldn’t stand the man who had created him.