fate keeps on happening

I concentrated super duper hard on concentrating and made out three salient phrases: busy night, two homicides, ass down here.

First Grave on the Right  by Darynda Jones

Edgar Bint’s latest effort at the Cottesloe, Upload, Download, was billed as “A Hilarious New Comedy”. Of these four words only the first is accurate. While neither hilarious, new or comic, it is most certainly an indefinite article. The fact that it drew maniacal laughter from the brainless hyenas around me merely confirms my long held belief that quality theatre is too precious to be wasted on audiences. 

Theater Critic Sylvester Le Fley in Jonathan Creek: The Scented Room

“And what about me?” I asked.

Emerson was unable to ignore the opportunity. 

“God help the poor mummy who encounters you, Peabody,” he said bitterly. “We ought to supply it with a pistol, to even the odds.”

Crocodile on the Sandbank by Elizabeth Peters. There’s a terrific audiobook version read by Barbara Rosenblat