“Unfortunately for Peter McCluskey, the security services had discovered proof that corroborated the suspicion that he had not eschewed his old comrades-in-arms at all. Indeed, he had become even more virulent in his hatred of the British, had turned his back on Sinn Féin, and cast in his lot with the Real IRA, the off-shoot organisation that denounced the Good Friday Agreement and vowed to continue the war. McCluskey had continued to raise money so that they could buy their bullets and their bombs, and Maguire was here to collect that bounty.”
―
Mark Dawson,
Salvation Row
“Alexander took the bottle and poured himself a third glass. Milton hoped that he or Izzy might take the bottle back to the kitchen, where he couldn’t see it, but he left it on the table. Alexander looked at Milton. “What did you say you were doing in town?” “I didn’t. Business.” “What business is that?” ― Mark Dawson, Salvation Row
“Lazy, begets poverty, every time!” ― Mark Dawson, When It Sucks It Blows
“He took a cocktail of drugs: gabapentin for his nerve damage and oxycodone for general pain relief.” ― Mark Dawson, The Cleaner
“The front door of the BMW opened, and a man slid out from the driver’s seat. Elijah recognised him immediately. Risky Bizness was tall and slender, a good deal over six feet, his already impressive height accentuated by an unruly afro that added another three or four inches. His face was striking rather than handsome: his nose was crooked, his forehead a little too large, his skin marked with acne scars. His eyebrows, straight and manicured, sat above cold and impenetrable black eyes. He was wearing a thin designer windcheater, black fingerless gloves, and his white Nike hi-tops were pristine. He wore two chunky gold rings on his fingers, diamond earrings through the lobes of both ears, and a heavy gold chain swung low around his neck.” ― Mark Dawson, The Cleaner
“Bizness grinned at them both, displaying his gold teeth. He reached over for a remote control and quietened the music so he could more easily be heard. “Look who it is, my two best bredderz. Big Pops and little JaJa. A’ight, bruv?” ― Mark Dawson, The Cleaner
“I have marked in traveling how lonely houses change their expression as you come near, pass, and leave them. Some frown, others smile. The Bible buildings had life of their own and human diseases; the priests cursed or blessed them as men.” ― Emma Frances Dawson, An Itinerant House, and Other Ghost Stories
“Seeking the balance kills the genius!” ― Mark Dawson, When It Sucks It Blows
“Craving less takes more courage!” ― Mark Dawson, When It Sucks It Blows
“Success is not found manning up a gun, but manning up!” ― Mark Dawson, When It Sucks It Blows
“There was a small mini-market serving the area. It was sparsely stocked, a few bags of crisps and boxes of cereal displayed under harsh strip lights that spat and fizzed. Alcohol and cigarettes, however, were well provided for, secured behind the Perspex screen from behind which the owner surveyed his business with suspicious eyes. Milton nodded to the man as he made his way inside and received nothing but a wary tip of the head in return. He made his way through the shop, picking out cleaning products, a carton of orange juice and a bag of ice. He took his goods to the owner and arranged them on the lip of counter ahead of the screen. As the man rang his purchases up, Milton looked behind him to shelves that were loaded with alcohol: gin, vodka, whiskey.” ― Mark Dawson, The Cleaner
“Group,” the second man said into the headset microphone. “This is Control. Comms check.” “Copy that Control, this is One. Strength ten.” “Eight, also strength ten.” “Twelve, copy that.” “Ten, strength ten.” “Eleven, same here. Strength ten.” “Five. Ditto for me.” “Eleven, what can you see?” The agent code-named Eleven was standing at the bar,” ― Mark Dawson, Ghosts
“The New Century Global Center in Chengdu was enormous. The sign above the main doors proclaimed it as the biggest mall in the world, and it was easy to reach the conclusion that that was still selling it short. The building was a hundred metres tall, with a concrete pediment that had been shaped to resemble flowing waves. Video screens fixed to the structure ran colourful advertisements for the stores inside the complex on a steady loop. The place was more like a small town than a mall, with hundreds of shops and restaurants. There was an artificial indoor beach, an ice-skating rink and a sculpture garden on the roof. The story was that the government had authorised the billions involved in its construction as a way to demonstrate to the rest of the world the strength of the Chinese economy. They wanted it to be visible from space” ― Mark Dawson, The Avenger
“pills” ― Mark Dawson, A Place To Bury Strangers
“pushed” ― Mark Dawson, The John Milton Series #4-6
“doubled back to one of the cute indie coffeeshops that have sprung up all over the area like middle-class chickenpox. I see a latte has crossed the three- pound mark in Edinburgh. Thieving fucking bastards, honestly. I definitely can't afford a croissant too. It is great coffee, mind” ― Juno Dawson, Stay Another Day
“Tuscany for the Shameless Hedonist: Florence and Tuscany Travel Guide. He” ― Mark Dawson, The John Milton Series: Books 13-15
“apart,” ― Mark Dawson, The Cleaner
“Milton?” ― Mark Dawson, The Avenger
“Alexander took the bottle and poured himself a third glass. Milton hoped that he or Izzy might take the bottle back to the kitchen, where he couldn’t see it, but he left it on the table. Alexander looked at Milton. “What did you say you were doing in town?” “I didn’t. Business.” “What business is that?” ― Mark Dawson, Salvation Row
“Lazy, begets poverty, every time!” ― Mark Dawson, When It Sucks It Blows
“He took a cocktail of drugs: gabapentin for his nerve damage and oxycodone for general pain relief.” ― Mark Dawson, The Cleaner
“The front door of the BMW opened, and a man slid out from the driver’s seat. Elijah recognised him immediately. Risky Bizness was tall and slender, a good deal over six feet, his already impressive height accentuated by an unruly afro that added another three or four inches. His face was striking rather than handsome: his nose was crooked, his forehead a little too large, his skin marked with acne scars. His eyebrows, straight and manicured, sat above cold and impenetrable black eyes. He was wearing a thin designer windcheater, black fingerless gloves, and his white Nike hi-tops were pristine. He wore two chunky gold rings on his fingers, diamond earrings through the lobes of both ears, and a heavy gold chain swung low around his neck.” ― Mark Dawson, The Cleaner
“Bizness grinned at them both, displaying his gold teeth. He reached over for a remote control and quietened the music so he could more easily be heard. “Look who it is, my two best bredderz. Big Pops and little JaJa. A’ight, bruv?” ― Mark Dawson, The Cleaner
“I have marked in traveling how lonely houses change their expression as you come near, pass, and leave them. Some frown, others smile. The Bible buildings had life of their own and human diseases; the priests cursed or blessed them as men.” ― Emma Frances Dawson, An Itinerant House, and Other Ghost Stories
“Seeking the balance kills the genius!” ― Mark Dawson, When It Sucks It Blows
“Craving less takes more courage!” ― Mark Dawson, When It Sucks It Blows
“Success is not found manning up a gun, but manning up!” ― Mark Dawson, When It Sucks It Blows
“There was a small mini-market serving the area. It was sparsely stocked, a few bags of crisps and boxes of cereal displayed under harsh strip lights that spat and fizzed. Alcohol and cigarettes, however, were well provided for, secured behind the Perspex screen from behind which the owner surveyed his business with suspicious eyes. Milton nodded to the man as he made his way inside and received nothing but a wary tip of the head in return. He made his way through the shop, picking out cleaning products, a carton of orange juice and a bag of ice. He took his goods to the owner and arranged them on the lip of counter ahead of the screen. As the man rang his purchases up, Milton looked behind him to shelves that were loaded with alcohol: gin, vodka, whiskey.” ― Mark Dawson, The Cleaner
“Group,” the second man said into the headset microphone. “This is Control. Comms check.” “Copy that Control, this is One. Strength ten.” “Eight, also strength ten.” “Twelve, copy that.” “Ten, strength ten.” “Eleven, same here. Strength ten.” “Five. Ditto for me.” “Eleven, what can you see?” The agent code-named Eleven was standing at the bar,” ― Mark Dawson, Ghosts
“The New Century Global Center in Chengdu was enormous. The sign above the main doors proclaimed it as the biggest mall in the world, and it was easy to reach the conclusion that that was still selling it short. The building was a hundred metres tall, with a concrete pediment that had been shaped to resemble flowing waves. Video screens fixed to the structure ran colourful advertisements for the stores inside the complex on a steady loop. The place was more like a small town than a mall, with hundreds of shops and restaurants. There was an artificial indoor beach, an ice-skating rink and a sculpture garden on the roof. The story was that the government had authorised the billions involved in its construction as a way to demonstrate to the rest of the world the strength of the Chinese economy. They wanted it to be visible from space” ― Mark Dawson, The Avenger
“pills” ― Mark Dawson, A Place To Bury Strangers
“pushed” ― Mark Dawson, The John Milton Series #4-6
“doubled back to one of the cute indie coffeeshops that have sprung up all over the area like middle-class chickenpox. I see a latte has crossed the three- pound mark in Edinburgh. Thieving fucking bastards, honestly. I definitely can't afford a croissant too. It is great coffee, mind” ― Juno Dawson, Stay Another Day
“Tuscany for the Shameless Hedonist: Florence and Tuscany Travel Guide. He” ― Mark Dawson, The John Milton Series: Books 13-15
“apart,” ― Mark Dawson, The Cleaner
“Milton?” ― Mark Dawson, The Avenger
