Playing With Poison Quotes

“What? Why didn’t tell me?” Rye grinned. “By that point I was ninety percent certain you weren’t a murderer. Call me foolish, but I kind of wanted to keep it that way.” “Believe it or not, I haven’t fantasized about killing my ex for months.”
― Cindy Blackburn, Playing With Poison

“in front of Rye. He offered an extremely”
― Cindy Blackburn, Playing With Poison

“Did you see anything?” “I most certainly did not. I was asleep until the police arrived. Sleep, Miss Hewitt. I’m 78 years old, take 9 prescription medications every day, and teach 18 unruly piano students every week. I need my rest.” He made a show of looking at his watch. “And now, it is well past my nap-time. If you’ll excuse me.”
― Cindy Blackburn, Playing With Poison

“Once upon a time my father taught me.” I failed to share my family history with Captain Rye, but my father put the working half of a cue in my hand the day I could stand upright on my own. Our pool table presided over the dining room, and Daddy would drag a chair around for me to stand on until I was tall enough to reach over the rail.”
― Cindy Blackburn, Playing With Poison

“I will say, though,” he spoke up, “that homicide by poisoning is pretty uncommon nowadays. But for a nonviolent woman of a certain age—” “Use that phrase one more time, Captain, and I will demonstrate homicide for you.” Rye took a deep breath. “Can we have some tea?” he asked. Tea! Was the man insane? “Are you insane?” I didn’t wait for a reply. “You come in here and call me an ugly, old, bitch murderer, and then expect me to serve you tea?” “I never said you were ugly.”
― Cindy Blackburn, Playing With Poison

“Given the situation, this may seem odd. But champagne became my drink of choice after my divorce, when I decided every day without my ex is a day worth celebrating. Even days with dead bodies in them. I popped the cork. Make that, especially days with dead bodies.”
― Cindy Blackburn, Playing With Poison

“Take your mind off it, Captain.” “You’re one to talk. From what I can tell, you make a living putting people’s minds on it.” “There’s more to my books than the sex, you know?” I actually said this with a straight face. “But then again, how would you know? Since, as you say, you only read the good parts.” “Twice.”
― Cindy Blackburn, Playing With Poison

“I rushed over to where he had invited himself to lie down and knelt beside him. “Stanley?” I asked. “What’s wrong?” “Candy,” he whispered, and then he died.”
― Cindy Blackburn, Playing With Poison