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Post by theravenking on Jan 12, 2024 22:27:27 GMT
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Post by mikef6 on Jan 29, 2024 22:32:51 GMT
As Detective Chief Inspector Alan Banks walked along the disused railway track, he couldn't help but imagine two young lovers kissing on the footbridge ahead, shrouded in smoke from a steam engine - all very Brief Encounter.
Children of the Revolution by Peter Robinson. 2014.
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Post by ☭ on Feb 8, 2024 5:41:33 GMT
Fresh Dirt from the Grave - Giovanna Rivero.
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Post by PaulsLaugh on Feb 10, 2024 5:57:19 GMT
You need to wear the blindfold.
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Post by mikef6 on Feb 28, 2024 16:18:11 GMT
"In mid-nineteenth-century America, which is as good a place as any to start this story, music wasn't something you did."
The History of Rock & Roll: Volume One 1920-1965 by Ed Ward (2016).
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Post by CrepedCrusader on Feb 28, 2024 18:03:05 GMT
"I'm lost, wandering, and somewhat stoned."
From Dark Ride, by Lou Berney
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Post by mikef6 on Mar 25, 2024 14:53:46 GMT
The patrol officers had left the front door open. They thought they were doing her a favor, airing the place out.
--Dark Sacred Night by Michael Connelly
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Post by theravenking on Apr 10, 2024 10:38:28 GMT
from the short story The Man Who Read John Dickson Carr
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Post by Captain Spencer on May 15, 2024 2:41:20 GMT
The horrors started on the eve of Samhain.
Halloween by Curtis Richards
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Post by CrepedCrusader on May 15, 2024 15:43:00 GMT
"Len Colter set in the shade under the wall of the horse barn, eating pone and sweet butter and contemplating a sin."
- The Long Tomorrow by Leigh Brackett
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