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From Before She Falls by Dylan Young


November 18, 1949
WHAT KIND OF A BLACK PROTESTANT BIBLE IS THIS?
Kindly inform the Church of England they have loused up the most beautiful prose ever written, whoever told them to tinker with the Vulgate Latin? They’ll burn for it, you mark my words.
It’s nothing to me, I’m Jewish myself. But I have a Catholic sister-in-law, a Methodist sister-in-law, a whole raft of Presbyterian cousins (through my Great-Uncle Abraham who converted) and an aunt who’s a Christian Science healer, and I like to think none of them would countenance this Anglican Latin Bible if they knew it existed. (As it happens, they don’t know Latin existed.)
Well, the hell with it. I’ve been using my Latin teacher’s Vulgate, what I imagine I’ll do is just not give it back till you find me one of my own.
I enclose $4 to cover the $3.88 due you, buy yourself a cup of coffee with the 12¢. There’s no post office near here and I am not running all the way down to Rockefeller Plaza to stand in line for a $3.88 money order. If I wait till I get down there for something else, I won’t have the $3.88 any more. I have implicit faith in the U.S. Airmail and His Majesty’s Postal Service.
Have you got a copy of Landor’s Imaginary Conversations? I think there are several volumes, the one I want is the one with the Greek conversations. If it contains a dialogue between Aesop and Rhodope, that’ll be the volume I want.
Helene Hanff”
~Helene Hanff, 84, Charing Cross Road


This is a sweet little romance set in WWII England.
As the taxi drove past Laurel manor and wound its way through the grounds towards the cottage, Andrej's spirits lightened. All distractions aside, notably his thoughts of Emma, he looked forward to learning more about the work that awaited him. All that mattered to him was that he was not going to be 'Andrej, the world renowned concert pianist' but instead a regular man with a job that supported the war effort.

The answer was always yes.


"I would classify them as being highly recommended rather than essential," he said. "They certainly contribute to a healthier and safer birthing experience."
From Secrets Between Us by Valerie Keogh

Approaching the patio, he watched a possum scurry out from under a cane chair, across the front lawn, and then dart up the trunk of the paperbark tree Sarah loved so much. Hardy hibiscus and bougainvillea bushes covered the front of the cottage. Insects buzzed around the light his mother had left on for him and geckos darted to catch their dinner - it was an outback buffet like no other. Kicking off his boots, he tugged open the flyscreen door and stepped inside.
Return To Rosalee Station by Mandy Magro


'The newcomers struggling through the surf were met on the beaches by other men looking at them from the edge of the trees. Thus the same landscape perceived by the newcomers as alien, hostile, or having no coherent form, was to the indigenous people their home, a familiar place, the inspiration of dreams.'”
~Billy Griffiths, Deep Time Dreaming: Uncovering Ancient Australia

It was going to be that kind of day. Brushed my teeth, didn't die. Stepped outside, didn't get shot. Ate breakfast, didn't get poisoned. Got in our hotel, nobody waiting.
An Easy Death by Charlaine Harris


‘I’ve planned three large black pots out here with succulents in them. I would recommend zamia furfuracea.’
He gave her a sideways glance. ‘I love it when you talk dirty.’
She tried not to shiver because that look of his was dirty, too. ‘It’s Latin,’ she managed.
‘Even better.’

'But why try to kill you over it?' Bastion said. 'What does it matter who knows? Surely he wants everyone to know he's part of such a family. Sir Richard Fairbourne's a baronet after all and very well connected.'
From In the Blood by Steve Robinson

"Just coming here is a bit of an adventure for me," I admitted. "I'm a homebody. But this opportunity just seemed too good to pass up."
Greer shot me a warm grin. "We're very happy to have you here. Your photography is stunning. I can't wait to see what you come up with. I know it will be very special."
I breathed deeply, hoping like hell I could live up to the faith she seemed to have in me. "I'm still pinching myself I got this job."
Stranger in the Woods by Anni Taylor
Greer shot me a warm grin. "We're very happy to have you here. Your photography is stunning. I can't wait to see what you come up with. I know it will be very special."
I breathed deeply, hoping like hell I could live up to the faith she seemed to have in me. "I'm still pinching myself I got this job."


He chuckled. Oh yes, Hannah thought. The passing of your wife, poor woman, must be a source of endless amusement.
'Would you care for some more tea?' she said, wondering if he would notice that her smile was stiff and fixed.


"Why a drover?"
"Why not?"
"But drovers don't earn their living by telling stories."
"That's true," she said, "but just imagine how happy a drover would be if he could tell stories like you. It's far better to be a happy drover than a sad anything else."
Whispering in the Wind by Alan Marshall


Completely naked and yet his body was covered by .... feathers? He was curled up in a corner, a birdlike, crooked creature from another world, with something in his mouth. A small animal. A mouse? Her brother was covered in feathers and held a dead mouse between his teeth.
This was the image that would change her life. her brother turned slowly and looked at her, his eyes filled with wonder, as if they did not know who she was.
I'll be starting
The Girl They Left Behind next, so my teaser is from the start :)
Bucharest - January 1941.
The girl sits alone in impenetrable darkness. Shivering, she wraps her arms around her tiny body and buries her face in the collar of her wool cardigan. Out here on the building steps, she tries to remember exactly what her mother had told her. Did she say how long she'd be gone? It was still light out when she last saw her parents rounding the corner, her mother with her shoulders slumped forward, trembling in her thin dress, her father shuffling down the frozen sidewalk just steps behind her.

Bucharest - January 1941.
The girl sits alone in impenetrable darkness. Shivering, she wraps her arms around her tiny body and buries her face in the collar of her wool cardigan. Out here on the building steps, she tries to remember exactly what her mother had told her. Did she say how long she'd be gone? It was still light out when she last saw her parents rounding the corner, her mother with her shoulders slumped forward, trembling in her thin dress, her father shuffling down the frozen sidewalk just steps behind her.

Today black smoke dimmed the sun, and the sea and sky merged to a murky grey as layer upon layer of German aircraft swooped from high to unleash their 1,000-pound bombs on the English destroyers. The elements were peaceful, but mankind was bent on death and destruction.
From Pacific by Judy Nunn


It's the start of the Prologue Brenda. I haven't read Judy Nunn before :)

Thanks, I'll have to put them on my list :D

That's what I thought too Brenda! Definitely a bit of a startling eye-opener on the train first thing this morning but I guess that's Nordic Noir for you!
Carolyn wrote: "Brenda wrote: "Goodness Carolyn!!"
That's what I thought too Brenda! Definitely a bit of a startling eye-opener on the train first thing this morning but I guess that's Nordic Noir for you!"
Are you still enjoying it?
That's what I thought too Brenda! Definitely a bit of a startling eye-opener on the train first thing this morning but I guess that's Nordic Noir for you!"
Are you still enjoying it?

"My time. I've maintained those records for fifteen years. I'm the only one who will go through them," Mrs Pass said leaving no room for doubt.
"Okay. When would you have time?" Cardilini addressed Mrs Pass.
"Why do you want them?"
"Why? I want them. That should be sufficient," Cardilini insisted.
"Perhaps for you."
"Those records could help me identify a murderer. And, actually, I don't have time. So are we going to do something or are we going to sit on our bums playing pat-a-cake?" Cardilini clenched his teeth and swore under his breath before saying, "That mightn't have come out as I'd intended."
"Seemed clear to me," Mrs Pass said....
Man at the Window by Robert Jeffreys, this is set in 1965 and sometimes the protagonist has me laughing out loud :)

'Bum,' says Susan, her eyes darting.
'Bum,' says Stella.
They looked at each other quizzically. Not as thrilling as expected.
~Tracy Sorensen, The Lucky Galah



The MC Faith is from America and she is preparing for her first ball along with her cousin's family.
The big night arrived and Mrs Iftercast was patently nervous on the way to the ball. With Faith's mother, this would have meant tiptoeing around her for fear of a slap or a cruel rebuke. But with Mrs Iftercast, it only manifested in the form of her talking nonstop. She issued instructions to her three children without pause for the entire quarter hour's drive. Faith imagined her as a small, round brigadier hell-bent on strategic attacks of virulent politeness.


"He who drinks a tumbler of London water has literally in his stomach more animated beings than there are men, women and children on the face of the globe".
Charming isn't it? written in 1834, hopefully thing have improved since then.
On the farm where she'd been born, Fallon Swift learned how to plant and grow and harvest, to respect and use the land. She learned how to move through fields and forests, silent as a shadow, to hunt and fish. To respect the game, and take no more than needed, to take none at all for sport.
The start of chapter 1 of
Of Blood and Bone by Nora Roberts
The start of chapter 1 of


I tried to lighten the gloom. 'I may be wrong, but I think our best chance of getting away, of surviving this, is to stick together, just our little team. What we're doing isn't collaboration-' I had to say it out loud to make myself believe it '-it's what we would do for any woman in need, with a baby to birth. To keep us alive, all of us.'
From A Woman of War by Mandy Robotham



The scream seemed to be coming from one of the treatment rooms in the middle of The Retreat's largest lawn: a timber and paper Japanese tea house that had been christened the 'Meditation Space.

from


'It's just a car, Doc.' A smile crinkled the skin near his eyes.
Doc.
The nickname was every bit as warm and familiar as Brix's earlier JT in the street. It even had the same sense of history behind it. Three days of soy lattes, tug-of-war with Bruno and flying a bird with a swimmer's name.
From The Cafe by the Bridge by Lily Malone

Two-and-a-half days later, Thomas awoke early, having gone to bed early. He lay quietly in the dark, listening to the rain pattering on the roof, enjoying the sound since it meant spring's dissolution of snow and ice, and he relished his present comfort, especially after the last two days' wet misery.
A Dream of Steam by James W. Barry


That sentence just says to me this book is not going to end well!

The Readers of Broken Wheel Recommend

From Dark Horse by J.R. Rain


stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
~Dr. Suess - How the Grinch Stole Christmas!


She took the file Troy Lester gave her to bed. The obituary for Harry's parents was something he'd never shared. Despite his material generosity he hadn't really been the sharing type, always buzzing off to his meetings and reading endless financial newspapers. He'd rarely sat down to chat like she'd just done with Betsy. Had he ever seen this clipping?
From Blackbird Fly by Lise McClendon


'A Greek god? The only god I can think of is Hades,' said Sam. 'That's fitting, given how dark and hellishly hot it is in here. The lord of the underworld?'
From The Escape Room by Megan Goldin

They took him to Kentish town police station, where he was examined by a doctor and had blood, DNA and fingerprints taken. His clothes were exchanged for a pair of overalls and he was led to an interview room, given a cup of tea and told his solicitor was on his way.
The Promised Land by Barry Maitland


"No. There's really no point."
"Why?"
"Dylan's dead, I'm afraid."
"What?" I said. "What...makes you think that?"
"The fact that I killed him yesterday."
From The Anomaly by Michael Rutger



"How could something so lovely have come from those god-forsaken Colonies?"
"They're not our colonies anymore Dunford," Alex muttered, remembering Meg's tirade. "They've been free for several decades and really should be refered to as the United States of America. It's only polite."


Blurb: When Christine Blacksworth's larger-than-life father is killed on an icy road in Magdalena, New York, a hundred miles from the 'getaway' cabin he visited every month, she discovers a secret that threatens everything she's always held to be true. Her father has another family which includes a mistress and a daughter.
She watched the house from down the road, her car tucked between a Chevy Blazer and a Ford Astrovan. It was 7:15 am, cold, bleak, cloudless. She'd been parked three houses from the Desantro home for over an hour, even though classes didn't start until 7:45. She wasn't taking any chances; she was going to see Lily Desantro.

Hunter by Jack Heath

I grabbed the paper and hurried out of the barn, feeling more freaked out than I had since I'd watched my first (and last) Freddy Krueger movie. It wasn't until I closed the door of the farmhouse behind me that I realized what made the breeze so eerie.
All the windows in the hayloft were painted shut.
From Killer Jam by Karen MacInerney


Wow! That is a great teaser!

Oh my god..

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