A stranger comes to town.

…he went in the door of the bar, from which he promptly came staggering out backward, falling down the stairs and and landing with a thump on the pavement, fanny-first. “What the hell?” He looked up just in time to see a tangle of bodies roll down the steps and right over the top of…

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“Opera is not some goddamn mystical redemptive force. It’s fat people singing really loud in French or Italian or Russian or some other language that ain’t English.”

From Less Than a Treason, the twenty-first Kate Shugak novel: Tuesday, November 1 the Roadhouse Ernie Ivanoff held forth in fine voice. “Opera is not some goddamn mystical redemptive force. It’s fat people singing really loud in French or Italian or Russian or some other language that ain’t English. It might help Nicholas Cage or…

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She’d never get away from her family as planned, off to the U.S. Army, where you got to travel with a gun and they made everybody help keep things clean.

Ree Dolly’s father is due for a court hearing and he has signed over the family home as bond. Now he’s missing, and the cops tell his sixteen-year old daughter that their home is forfeit if he doesn’t show. Ree, sole support and care-giver of a mother who has slipped her leash on sanity and…

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Original sin.

Theology being the work of males, original sin was traced to the female. –Barbara Tuchman, A Distant Mirror   Read more of my favorite quotes on Goodreads here.

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Around a bend a grizzly boar sleeping peacefully on a gravel bar woke with a snort and glared around nearsightedly.

From Bad Blood, the twentieth Kate Shugak novel: It was a beautiful morning, clear and cool.  Mist smoked up from the surface of the water, broken temporarily by the bow of the skiff moving upriver, closing in again behind its stern.  Night, in summer only a suggestion of twilight between midnight and two a.m., gave…

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Erin sent out our first Solstice Newsletter today, and she writes As of today, there are eleven days remaining in our application period. The window closes on December 31st at midnight Mountain Time, so don’t delay. The application and information is here on our website.  All you women authors out there, apply! Storyknife was built for…

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