Apathy Jack writes:
One Fine Day In The Middle Of The Night by Christopher Brookmyre
William Connor was standing outside a disused cattleshed on a bright Highland summer's morning, ankle-deep in cowshit, liquidised mercenary raining splashily down about his head from the crisp blue sky above. He wasn't an overly superstitious man, but this was precisely the sort of thing that tended to make him wonder whether fate wasn't trying to drop just the subtlest of hints.
1 comment:
I bought a book cos of you. Not this one, but another one by the same guy. It was on special.
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