A Journal of Sin Quotes

“This final task required a specific tool and he’d chosen a bread knife. It’d been used for that too; winter soups with a”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“The plunge was easier than the pull. The serrated edge caught the flaps of skin on the way out. It wasn’t the nature of the blade; he’d chosen specific tools for the torture and wasn’t about to skimp on the final cut. Most would have picked the sharpest. The sharpest would allow smooth entry both into and out of the body. He’d used the sharpest on the torso; four quick stabs just above the waist and one to pierce his side. No water; only blood. This final task required a specific tool and he’d chosen a bread knife. It’d been used for that too; winter soups with a rustic loaf, hearty bacon sandwiches in the family home. Use only a little pressure, move it back and forth, letting the edge do the work. That was the easy way to do it, but this wasn’t”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“Every end is a new start”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“you.’ ‘I suppose it’s part of the profession.’ ‘Doesn’t take away its virtue. What do you do?’ ‘Freelance computer work. I used to have a regular job, then the marriage broke down. Then I broke down. My ex-wife, Jenny, left with”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“up”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“him I’m”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“the police for a long time and only decided to do it once she’d turned thirty.”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“help where they can.’ She was used to her mother’s vocal disapproval of her decision to leave her nice, safe office job and join the police just over two years ago. She’d worked at a bar, a bank, a restaurant and a few retail stores in her twenties and always felt something was missing. She’d thought about joining the police for a long time and”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“my lot” are stretched across the county trying to help where they can.’ She was used to her mother’s vocal disapproval of her decision to leave her nice, safe office job and join the police just over two years ago. She’d worked at a bar, a bank, a restaurant and a few retail stores in her twenties and always felt something was missing. She’d thought about joining the police for a long time and only decided to do it once she’d turned thirty. ‘You had a nice job. Safe,”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“see plenty of Ellie and Soph. And I don’t frequent with strange characters. I may come across some odd sorts, but frequent isn’t really the word.’ The job had put more constraints on her time. They’d incurred child care costs and had relied on friends and family to babysit on more than one occasion. If Sally had been referring to her work colleagues, then yes, strange characters walked the corridors”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“Mum. No one is coming to collect the rubbish for a while yet. I doubt it’s the council’s first priority,’ said Sarah, hoping the sentiment about turning into your mother wasn’t true and pitying Mark, her husband, if it was. Sally sat in her rocking chair in the living room. She’d been up and ready for the day for a few hours. No silly weather system was about to change her routine,”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“Mum. No one is coming to collect the rubbish for a while yet. I doubt it’s the council’s first priority,’ said Sarah, hoping the sentiment about turning into your mother”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“ONE Eliza gave little thought to what had come before her. With the first suggestion of a breeze, she’d ploughed through the”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“flood victims. He changed his gloves and rolled the towelled”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“strong, close-knit community pulling together to help the flood victims. He changed his gloves and rolled the towelled body onto a tarpaulin sheet and tied it at both ends. All he needed to do now was get it to the car”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“tarpaulin sheet and tied it at both ends. All he needed to do now was get it to the car without being”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“decisions had led. The mumbles stopped; blood formed on the stitches that held his mouth together. The body had to be moved,”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“than the pull. The serrated edge caught the flaps of skin on the way out. It wasn’t the nature of the blade; he’d chosen specific tools for the torture and wasn’t about to skimp on the final cut. Most would have picked the sharpest. The sharpest would allow smooth entry both into and out of the body. He’d used the sharpest on the torso; four quick”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin

“He mumbled in pain. He’d been writhing too, but the short, sharp stabs soon stopped that. The mumbles grew louder and louder as the pulls followed the plunges.”
― Darryl Donaghue, A Journal of Sin