I love to read and write short descriptive paragraphs but when it comes to novels I am a fan of Agatha Christie!
What is the most fragile thing you know of. Is it: your lovely glass ornament you got in India; is it that adorable clay sculpture your child made you in pre-school.
“In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away...”.
...instead we are like clockwork. Home, work, home, work, home, work. Home, school, home, school, home school. The same stuff every day, every week, every month.
'Horace,' she starts, 'I'm so sorry, I got a call from Granny this morning and_' 'And WHAT Mum?!' 'Granny...Granny has cancer.' The word stabs you in the chest like a steel knife.
But why do they think, The pulling of the trigger, Is the only way?.
But why do they think, The pulling of the trigger, Is the only way?.
Sir Rein gave a stare for a minute before giving a loud chuckle: 'Oh. M. Poirot. a detective or a comedian?!' Lara didn't look so convinced, her empty gaze rested upon him.