Everyone thinks it was because of the snow. And in a way, I suppose that's true.

When Matussem Ramoud opened his eyes each morning, his wife would still not be there.

Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

Ray Bannister started to build the guillotine the day Jerry Renault returned to Monument.

All right, don't scoff, mock or disbelieve: we live in mortal fear of not-quite-twins.

It was shaping up as a beautiful morning. The last thing I wanted to hear about was murder.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life.

CLARE: The library is cool and smells like carpet cleaner, although all I can see is marble.

Is there any knowledge in the world which is so certain that no reasonable man could doubt it?

From the air Anguilla looked narrow, flat, and scrubby, but that was only part of the picture.

The house in which the fourteen sisters of Emilio Montez O'brien lived, radiated femininity.

Die Stunde, in der das Mädchen ohne Namen seine Geschichte verlor, war die letzte des Tages.

Lord Peter Wimsey stretched himself luxuriously between the sheets provided by the Hotel Meurice.

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.