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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9638014 | Gie'd her a total riddy, | Ian Rankin | ||
| a09d19c | Rain wasn't quite falling yet, but it had scheduled an appointment. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 845b57d | Brain Salad Surgery. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 2dfba5b | Infra-red connection,' he explained. 'Gets us on-line in a hurry. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 19470db | Rebus lifted a Guardian | Ian Rankin | ||
| 7037497 | the club coincided. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 8ab9027 | Wars were connected by arms manufacturers, the same arms manufacturers who made the guns used in robberies, who made the guns used by crazy people in America when they when on the rampage in a shopping centre or hamburger restaurant. So already you had connection between hamburgers and dictators. Start from there and the thing just grew and grew. | crime-fiction guns | Ian Rankin | |
| ff6b885 | Well to hell with them. He'd done his duty, he'd paid his respects. He wouldn't bother them any more. Let them live in their cramped flat, visited by this ... gentleman, this mock adult. Rebus had more important things to do. Books to read. Notes to make. And another busy day ahead. It was ten o'clock. He could be back at his hotel by eleven. An early night, that's what was needed. Eight hours' sleep in the last two days. No wonder he was r.. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 0a6ceff | Thing about that ladder, Shiv, each rung you climb there's another arse waiting to be licked." "What a lovely image." "We all need some poetry in our lives." | Ian Rankin | ||
| 584c292 | This bleak housing-scheme, designed by sadists who'd never had to live anywhere near it, had a heart which had shrivelled but refused to stop pumping. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 7e7df81 | That was the problem with having money: you ended up with decisions to make. And if you bought anything, where would you put it? He'd need either ditch something, or to start on another carrier bag. That was the problem, being Frank. | money problems | Ian Rankin | |
| a17e500 | So Clarke was in her Vauxhall Astra, on her way to the Royal Infirmary. The hospital sat on the southern edge of the city, plenty of space in the car park at this hour. She showed her ID at the Accident and Emergency desk and was shown where to go. She passed cubicle after cubicle, and if the curtains were closed, she popped her head around each. An old woman, her skin almost translucent, gave a beaming smile from her trolley. There were ho.. | Ian Rankin | ||
| e8e7639 | The man called Gareth was laughing into his mobile phone as the door opened. There were gold rings on each of his fingers, chains dangling from his neck and wrists. He wasn't tall but he was wide. Rebus got the impression much of it was fat. A gut hung over his waistband. He was balding badly, and had allowed what hair he had to grow uncut, so that it hung down to the back of his collar and beyond. He wore a black leather trenchcoat and bla.. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 91e466b | Scotsman's way of dealing with death. He'd found | Ian Rankin | ||
| c8edbdd | Down Where the Drunkards Roll." "How" | Ian Rankin | ||
| 5bcd77e | Rebus remembered that the premature withdrawal of the penis during intercourse for contraceptive reasons was often referred to as 'getting off at Haymarket. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 10e5b9f | Bad Men Do What Good Men | Ian Rankin | ||
| 2e5bb5e | He's a piece of the jigsaw.' 'Maybe so, John, but if he is, he's a bit of sky or cloud - I can see the picture clearly enough without him. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 13d2f56 | I'm game if you are. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 8c7c6c3 | But you used to know a good thing when you saw it. Trouble is, that's never what I see when I look in the mirror. What do you see? He looked at her. Sometimes I don't see anything at all. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 11345cc | I wouldn't join you if you were coming apart at the seams. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 48520b5 | If it were a peg, you couldn't hang a fucking hankie on it, never mind your coat. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 0a2c947 | muttered. Then: | Ian Rankin | ||
| 48a0617 | I'm caught, he thought, between a cushion and a soft place | Ian Rankin | ||
| 0f4ce5f | There was a ring at the door. He did not answer. They would go away, and he would be alone again with his grief, his impotent anger, and his undusted possessions. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 40abbfe | like he could use a good meal. Rebus had seen more meat on a butcher's pencil. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 2083183 | morning edition. Unless, of course, the | Ian Rankin | ||
| e7faa2b | when the shit was heading fanwards. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 7ca0379 | Everything you do from waking till sleeping is against somebody's Bible, Cafferty. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 3cc9ea3 | What happens to sanity when you chain it to a wall? | Ian Rankin | ||
| 4c7aa29 | Now is the first day of the rest of your strife. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 7d0f69c | Strip the veneer, and the world had moved only a couple of steps from the cave. | Ian Rankin | ||
| aeca739 | You weren't kidding about the rolls," Rebus said, taking another bite. "Bacon just the right side of crispy," Robert Chatham agreed. They were seated across from one another at a booth with padded seats and a Formica-topped table. Mugs of dark-brown tea and plates in front of them, Radio Forth belting out from the kitchen." | Ian Rankin | ||
| 7627f99 | Jim | Ian Rankin | ||
| 70fb47c | James and his team were readying to brief a lawyer from the Procurator Fiscal's office. The Fiscal Depute's name was Shona MacBryer. MacBryer knew Clarke, and the two shared a nod of greeting as she arrived. Fox and Oldfield were handing round mugs. Someone had splashed out on a cafetiere and proper coffee, and the biscuits were Duchy Originals. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 2328c0f | There's an insult buried in there somewhere, but I can't quite see it. | Ian Rankin | ||
| eba0fa0 | one was very | Ian Rankin | ||
| bbf0095 | POETS day," he reminded Siobhan. "Piss Off Early, Tomorrow's Saturday," she recited." | Ian Rankin | ||
| e715f90 | Bad-mouthing everyone else is such a simple option. | Ian Rankin | ||
| a12ba49 | They parked in a pay-bay on George Square and walked through the gardens, emerging in front of the university library. Most of the buildings here had gone up in the 1960s, and Rebus hated them: blocks of sand-colored concrete replacing the square's original eighteenth-century town houses. Rows of treacherous steps, and a notorious wind-tunnel effect which could blow over the unwary on the wrong day. Students walked between the buildings, hu.. | Ian Rankin | ||
| 83d7bd6 | Woodwork creaks and out come the freaks, eh? | Ian Rankin | ||
| 8c564bb | We've already eaten,' Fox said. 'Nice, was | Ian Rankin | ||
| 3cb9d77 | boffins | Ian Rankin | ||
| e14f20e | And little girls went to charm schools. Now you've all got degrees from the University of Sarcasm. | girls sarcasm set-in-darkness university women | Ian Rankin |