“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”
―
L.J. Ross,
Impostor
“You’re a surly, misanthropic git, aren’t you, Ryan?” she said, rhetorically. “I have no idea why I like you so much.” ― L.J. Ross, Borderlands
“Heads turned as Claire Kelly’s husband began his slow, painful journey down the central aisle, flanked by five other men who held her coffin aloft. When Gregory caught sight of the man’s face as he gripped the edges of the polished wood, he saw only raw, naked grief; the kind that could rarely be feigned. Flowers fell as the coffin travelled onward and, while the townsfolk sent up prayers for the man and his child, one of their number scanned the pews, seeking another face. The next face. Aideen.” ― L.J. Ross, Impostor
“the best way to deal with fear was to channel it into productivity.” ― L.J. Ross, Dark Skies
“Violent murder tended to kill your appetite for sugar.” ― L.J. Ross, Holy Island
“Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is just opinion.” —Democritus” ― L.J. Ross, Dark Skies
“down following a series of systemic failures, and” ― L.J. Ross, The Moor
“recidivism” ― L.J. Ross, Mania
“details” ― L.J. Ross, The Rock
“No doubt, it was because she’d managed for so long without support that she struggled to accept help when it was offered, but he hoped to change” ― L.J. Ross, The Creek
“characters can be quite overpowering, can’t they,” she said. “I can vouch for that, myself, because Professor Soames can certainly be very demanding around the guest house. Fold the sheets, this way. Make my coffee, that way. Anyone would think he was the Queen of Sheba.” ― L.J. Ross, Bamburgh
“addition” ― L.J. Ross, The Cove
“preferred to believe in more tangible” ― L.J. Ross, The Shrine
“ask the next, highly personal question on his mind. Sensing his indecision, Ryan smiled and took pity on him. “Not yet,” he said. “What?” “The answer to your question is, ‘not yet’,” Ryan repeated. “Anna and I are looking forward to being parents, one day, but there isn’t any mad rush. Also—” He hesitated, unsure whether to discuss matters that were so close to the heart. Then again, Frank was more than just his sergeant, or his friend. He was family. “The fact is, Frank, we’re not sure whether Anna will be able to have children.” Phillips put a hand on his friend’s arm in silent support. “I’m sorry, lad,” he said quietly. “It was insensitive of me to ask. I never thought—” “No, neither did we,” Ryan said, and his lips twisted. “Keep your fingers crossed for us.” “Fingers, eyes and toes,” Frank promised. Ryan nodded, and let out the breath he’d been holding. “Right, shall we get this over with?” “Howay then,” Phillips said, reaching for the door. “Age before beauty.” * * * Margaret Bruce had the hollow-eyed look of a woman who hadn’t slept in four years. When she answered the door, she looked between the two detectives and clutched a hand to her throat. They knew, Ryan thought. Mothers always knew, long before he said the words “Mrs Bruce?” “Stuart!” she called out to her husband, who’d been sitting reading a paper in the living room.” ― L.J. Ross, Borderlands
“agree, there don’t appear to be aren’t any strangulation marks or other injuries that might have been inflicted by a third party.” ― L.J. Ross, Bamburgh
“interrupted” ― L.J. Ross, The Rock
“militant alphabetical order. There were no trinkets or ornaments,” ― L.J. Ross, Sycamore Gap
“You can’t take away the pain she feels, or the grief, but you can ease it for her every time she looks up and finds you standing beside her.” ― L.J. Ross, Bamburgh
“morning and he lived to be ninety-one.” Aideen pursed her lips. “That’s as maybe,” she said, obliquely. “But the doctor—” ― L.J. Ross, Impostor
“You’re a surly, misanthropic git, aren’t you, Ryan?” she said, rhetorically. “I have no idea why I like you so much.” ― L.J. Ross, Borderlands
“Heads turned as Claire Kelly’s husband began his slow, painful journey down the central aisle, flanked by five other men who held her coffin aloft. When Gregory caught sight of the man’s face as he gripped the edges of the polished wood, he saw only raw, naked grief; the kind that could rarely be feigned. Flowers fell as the coffin travelled onward and, while the townsfolk sent up prayers for the man and his child, one of their number scanned the pews, seeking another face. The next face. Aideen.” ― L.J. Ross, Impostor
“the best way to deal with fear was to channel it into productivity.” ― L.J. Ross, Dark Skies
“Violent murder tended to kill your appetite for sugar.” ― L.J. Ross, Holy Island
“Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is just opinion.” —Democritus” ― L.J. Ross, Dark Skies
“down following a series of systemic failures, and” ― L.J. Ross, The Moor
“recidivism” ― L.J. Ross, Mania
“details” ― L.J. Ross, The Rock
“No doubt, it was because she’d managed for so long without support that she struggled to accept help when it was offered, but he hoped to change” ― L.J. Ross, The Creek
“characters can be quite overpowering, can’t they,” she said. “I can vouch for that, myself, because Professor Soames can certainly be very demanding around the guest house. Fold the sheets, this way. Make my coffee, that way. Anyone would think he was the Queen of Sheba.” ― L.J. Ross, Bamburgh
“addition” ― L.J. Ross, The Cove
“preferred to believe in more tangible” ― L.J. Ross, The Shrine
“ask the next, highly personal question on his mind. Sensing his indecision, Ryan smiled and took pity on him. “Not yet,” he said. “What?” “The answer to your question is, ‘not yet’,” Ryan repeated. “Anna and I are looking forward to being parents, one day, but there isn’t any mad rush. Also—” He hesitated, unsure whether to discuss matters that were so close to the heart. Then again, Frank was more than just his sergeant, or his friend. He was family. “The fact is, Frank, we’re not sure whether Anna will be able to have children.” Phillips put a hand on his friend’s arm in silent support. “I’m sorry, lad,” he said quietly. “It was insensitive of me to ask. I never thought—” “No, neither did we,” Ryan said, and his lips twisted. “Keep your fingers crossed for us.” “Fingers, eyes and toes,” Frank promised. Ryan nodded, and let out the breath he’d been holding. “Right, shall we get this over with?” “Howay then,” Phillips said, reaching for the door. “Age before beauty.” * * * Margaret Bruce had the hollow-eyed look of a woman who hadn’t slept in four years. When she answered the door, she looked between the two detectives and clutched a hand to her throat. They knew, Ryan thought. Mothers always knew, long before he said the words “Mrs Bruce?” “Stuart!” she called out to her husband, who’d been sitting reading a paper in the living room.” ― L.J. Ross, Borderlands
“agree, there don’t appear to be aren’t any strangulation marks or other injuries that might have been inflicted by a third party.” ― L.J. Ross, Bamburgh
“interrupted” ― L.J. Ross, The Rock
“militant alphabetical order. There were no trinkets or ornaments,” ― L.J. Ross, Sycamore Gap
“You can’t take away the pain she feels, or the grief, but you can ease it for her every time she looks up and finds you standing beside her.” ― L.J. Ross, Bamburgh
“morning and he lived to be ninety-one.” Aideen pursed her lips. “That’s as maybe,” she said, obliquely. “But the doctor—” ― L.J. Ross, Impostor
