First a real teaser. I have begun writing a Danish novel recently, and here you have the very first sentences of that one:
Tora baksede lidt med den rustne nøgle, før det lykkedes hende at få den blå dør til at give efter. Indenfor lugtede der indeklemt og fugtigt, men det gav ingen mening at begynde at lukke vinduer op i den tætte havgus.
[Tora struggled with the rusty key until she succeeded in making the blue door yield. Inside it smelled stuffy and damp, but there was no point in opening the windows in the sea fog.]
But I shouldn´t treat my faithful readers so respectlessly so here is a bit for the majority of you from The Halloween Murderer:
Rhapsody coughed, trying to hide the fact that her heart was thumping rapidly. Reverend Sheridan Thwing was so tall that he had developed a stoop, and in combination with the black and white dog collar shirt one couldn´t help thinking of a vulture.
Two-Sentence Tuesday is hosted by Women of Mystery.
I can´t help it; I´ll have to add this quotation:
My mother was the village librarian; we lived a matter of a few steps away from the library. Books were as common as underwear in our apartment– and every bit as important.
My blog friend Cathy, Kittling Books, has written a delicous post about her Reading Roots on the blog “Reading Through Life”. Cathy is a wonderful reader & writer.