women-sleuths

February is the cruelest month in western Oregon.

When your ship comes in, don't be in the bathroom with your pants around your ankles." quoted by Frank McNichols, father of Rose McNichols in A Nose for Hanky Panky, a Granite Cove Mystery

Sheriff Fox was running his fingers through his thin hair. In a few short years, he__ look bald as a peeled apple. The Snoop sisters and their sidekick, the town__ bag lady no less, had traipsed into his office without knocking first. His admin (he couldn__ remember their names to save his life) had ushered them in, and they__ just dumped this hot potato into his lap.

Quote taken from Chapter 1:"Alma idly wondered if he'd blow his nose, too.He did. Twice. He made it honk, the sound reminding Alma of Harpo Marx squeezing his bulb horn.Isabel darted a look at Alma, giving her the don__-you-dare-giggle squint.Alma dug her fingernails into her palm, the inappropriate laugh rising from her throat as she looked up at the ceiling. Blue refolded his handkerchief and returned it to inside his seersucker jacket. Thankfully, Alma__ urge to laugh subsided.

You can run from the past, but it always catches up with you.

Norm was lean, his short, straight black hair parted on the side, his mustache trimmed like he__ never heard of Adolf Hitler.

How do you circumvent a mind bent upon lying to get away from the truth?

I ask you, what would you do if you could erase one bad memory and retain all that was beautiful in your life? Would you not move heaven and earth - and get loads of therapy - to have that?

He wrote to his father every day. His platoon called his dad a girlfriend.

He also knew the language of The Klingons, but the army had no use for it.

What I've always taken away from his words is the sense that we all have something that confines us, that seeks to define us, label us, belittling us in the process, shortchanging our potential. Can it be that that is our sanctuary, our refuge, our way to liberty?

If you can get to be you, why can't I get to be me?

Even in death, her mother was winning.

Aurora, you're a child, live like one, don't act like one. Enjoy the innocence, dump the immaturity.

She had to save herself from every last one of them. All of them, the people at the orphanage, the foster care system, the middle school, they were all outsiders and strangers and a possible threat.....The counselor couldn't prove otherwise.

The list of lifesavers left him numb, clueless - the action, indifferent.

Nozy Cat lifted one sleepy eyelid, and his marble blue eye glared at her for interrupting his sacred nap. He wore a yellow collar with little red stars printed on it. His second eyelid also opened, and he gave them his irritated blue-eyed glare.

She craved a tall glass of the fresh-squeezed lemonade from the pitcher she__ left chilling in the fridge. Two glasses served with a generous slice of pound cake with orange glaze icing sounded twice as nice.