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Flying Too High Quotes
Flying Too High
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Kerry Greenwood14,774 ratings, 3.89 average rating, 1,214 reviews
Flying Too High Quotes
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“... with all the sweetness of a chocolate-coated razor-blade.”
― Flying Too High
― Flying Too High
“It was always easier to genuinely praise than to try and find something nice to say about rubbish.”
― Flying Too High
― Flying Too High
“Dot wondered how she was to mention Phryne’s habit of strewing her boudoir with beautiful naked young men. She could not think of a method of introducing the subject and decided to leave it to Phryne to cope with.”
― Flying Too High
― Flying Too High
“She looked as plump and self-confident as the city pigeons outside, and as sure of her place.”
― Flying Too High
― Flying Too High
“Miss Phryne Fisher. Investigations. 221B, The Esplanade, St Kilda,’ read Bunji. ‘You becoming a private Dick, eh? What larks! And what luck about the address.’ ‘It wasn’t luck, I just added a B to 221. I bought the house for the number. You must drop in and see me, Bunji. Now come upstairs and we’ll find you a gown.”
― Flying Too High
― Flying Too High
“She looked at the road. It was glowing. ‘They must have awful big snails here, Bear, to leave a trail like that. Big enough to ride on. Perhaps we can catch one and ride home.’ She yawned. It had been an exciting evening. Dropping out of the sky into the centre of the snail tracks came a man clad all in leather. Candida froze. He cursed a bit as he loosened the parachute cords and Candida and Bear edged closer. The voice was familiar. Then the man tore off his flying helmet and she saw his face in the lights that were now streaming from the house. ‘Daddy!’ shrieked Candida, and flew to him, scaling his body and settling back into his embrace. She held him as tight as a limpet for five minutes as he stroked her hair, then she looked up. ‘Where have you been?’ she asked severely. ‘Why did you let those people steal me?”
― Flying Too High
― Flying Too High
“Thus she found herself in an office the size of a cupboard sitting opposite Detective-inspector Robinson. He looked quite pleased to see her—‘Call me Jack, Miss Fisher, everyone does’—and offered her a cup of tea. Phryne had tasted police-station tea before, but accepted it anyway.”
― Flying Too High
― Flying Too High
“Champagne,’ she added to the hovering wine waiter. ‘The Widow ’23.”
― Flying Too High
― Flying Too High
