Darcy waxes philosophical: Sometimes society as a whole looks with suspicion on people who are different. This is unfair and undeserved, but we are an imperfect species. Jasper moved in a realm of woods and animals. He was friends with the owls. Civilized society is locked into a set of established rules. Surely, if someone likes God’s great out-of-doors more than he likes people, that little oddity should not cause him to be looked on with suspicion. But buried gold under Pat’s floor? No! If Jasper knew about the gold, he would not bury it. He would use it to help his mother. Maybe whatever lay buried on this place was a remnant of those lawless days of the 1930s. — Grave Shift.
Darcy’s anger burns: A red haze swam before my eyes and I struggled against the ropes, needing, with a physical ache, to punch Jude squarely in the nose.
“Did he hurt you, Mom?” — Best Left Buried
Desperation Meets Determination: Terror settled into a cold, hard knot of fury in the pit of my stomach. I would not continue in this crazy race that we could not win, but I would not be at the mercy of this evil being who was playing with us as if he were the cat and we, the cornered mice. We had one chance, a slim one. Praying that we would join the ranks of those who survived a tumble down Deertrack Hill, I determined that we would indeed go over, not sideways, but nose first. — The Cemetery Club
Panic Paralyzes Ned: A wind eddied through the building, flicking the newspapers and lifting the pages close to the candle. I had to get out of here, but how? I couldn’t reach the tape to peel it off my mouth and scream for help. My hands were tied behind me and the rope knotted around my ankles cut into my flesh. At any moment, the wind could blow a paper against the flame and the whole building would be ablaze. — Moonlight Can Be Murder
May all your mysteries 
be cozy ones.
Speak Your Mind