Slow Horses (Slough House, #1)

by Mick Herron

gurning

Barbican

Creativity was like being drunk, when you got down to it. He should make a note of that,

Creativity was like being drunk, when you got down to it. He should make a note of that,

Glenmorangie

“Ashenden.”

plinth.

Fear lives in the guts. That’s where it makes its home. It moves in, shifts stuff around; empties a space for itself—it likes the echoes its wingbeats make. It likes the smell of its own farts.

Fear lives in the guts. That’s where it makes its home. It moves in, shifts stuff around; empties a space for itself—it likes the echoes its wingbeats make. It likes the smell of its own farts.

Ashenden?”

nous

knuckleduster.

juddering

cachet

Grand Guignol,

Factotum

Anglepoise,

jemmy

quotidian