"Ill make sure you get the books. Her eyes were dark and deep, and the glow of the kitchen lamps sparkled in each, like small and precious diamonds lying upon darkest jewellersfelt.
""Not at all,Annie said. There was a rough purring sound as Ians dress shirt, now sun-faded and already torn in a dozen places, began to come apart in Geoffreys grasp. "If it was right to equate each obituary pasted in this book with a murder, then her score was more than thirty people by the end of 1981. Other ones, too — when they werent writing wonderful stories they were drinking and whoring and shooting dope and heaven knows what else.
Faced with a stiff fine by councilmen who didnt like being called names, the landlord had sown the cellar with poisoned bait. Paul guessed her fury would follow.
But there was another part of him, more calculating and less cowed, which reminded him that he could not play the part of Scheherazade if he grew frightened and placatory whenever she stormed. He turned, heart hammering, brains squeezing at his temples, and Annie was there, all right, the axe upraised, but only for a second.