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“like a rugby type buying lingerie for his wife. But still.”
Harry Bingham, The Deepest Grave
“Jackson fingers the gold, the jet, the horn, the glass, the iron. Then - because he is a man and a Welsh man at that, one for whom hitting things only ever lies a short half-step away from consciousness - he stands in my living room, sword in hand, feeling its heft.”
Harry Bingham, The Deepest Grave
“He looks sun-tanned. Real tanned, not the normal Welsh version, where an upper layer of skin might have taken a little colour, but the six layers beneath are still all white and scared and fragile.”
Harry Bingham, The Deepest Grave
“When, finally, I go into the office, I experience that weirdness I always get when I've been away any length of time. Weirded out by the normality. The way life without me seems to have been much the same as life with me, only presumably more peaceful and with slightly worse grammar.”
Harry Bingham, The Deepest Grave
“When I die - die properly, I mean - I'd want to feel the whole process. I'd want my ordinary seconds to expand, suddenly, to hours, so that I could watch, one by one, as my cells figured out that things weren't working any more. As, one by one, they drew the curtains, flipped the lights, slipped quietly away into the dark.”
Harry Bingham, The Deepest Grave
“The air is different in the homes of the dead, I've noticed. Partly it's the smell. Blood baking under those bright halogen lamps. The smell of our paper suits, something like that of a newly stocked stationery cupboard.

But there's also something boxy, closed in. Like the deceased person's soul has mostly succeeded in clambering free of that old, messily biological contraption that now lies discarded on the floor, but hasn't yet had the nerve to take that final leap. To exit the room, the house, the street, the village. To fly forth upon the wind, glittering and free and for ever.”
Harry Bingham, The Deepest Grave
“How does anyone think that 'attempted murder' counts the same as actual murder? They shouldn't even call it 'attempted': that's just a way to flatter failure.”
Harry Bingham, The Deepest Grave
“Something”
Harry Bingham, The Deepest Grave