#mystery

I stole a bit of a chopped vegetable and was about to put it in my mouth when Jae’s long fingers closed over my wrist. “What? You can’t eat this raw?” “It’s bitter melon. You won’t like it.” He went into the fridge and came out with something that looked halfway familiar. “Here, leftover bao. There’s char siu inside.” “The red pork stuff? Yeah, I like that. I thought it was Chinese.” “It is. We also eat hamburgers and spaghetti. ↗

— Rhys Ford

#love #m-m-mystery #m-m-romance #multicultural #murder

They seem nice, though, your sisters, really,' Porcelain remarked. 'Ha!' I said. 'Shows what little you know! I hate them!' 'Hate them? I should have thought you'd love them.' 'Of course I love them,' I said.... 'That's why I'm so good at hating them. ↗

— Alan Bradley

#humor #mystery #family

Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was. ↗

— Garth Nix

#mystery #wish #death

The rancid odor mixed with the dust, death, and confusion as they awaited those who could clean up the mess and make death official. ↗

— G.G. Collins

#ghosts #native-american #paranormal-mystery #psychic-medium #spirit-animal

That if a thing is defined in contrast that's what life is, the shadow of death. So the mystery of death couldn't be the bad thing, because without it there wouldn't be life. The badness was life, just happening, as essential a part of the good as the good. And what was there to do but to take it as it comes and to hope, to hope constantly and carnally and with no time to lose. ↗

— Brian McGreevy

#carnally #constantly #death #essential #life

So I'm up the ghostie creek without an EMF meter ↗

— JoAnne Kenrick

#mullo #mulo #mystery #paranormal-romance #past-lives

I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home!" Le avventure di Pinocchio ↗

— Nancy B. Brewer

#horror #mystery-suspense #home

The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#mystery-suspense #noir #love

Tad they were too young to die…My Mom was a spitfire—a total accident waiting to happen. I’m like her—I can trip over nothing.” Tad chuckled acknowledging the thought. “My father…he was more serious. He used to give me lectures like no tomorrow, he had a strong sense of who I should be—who I wanted to be and how to guide me, and he was my best friend. It seems like everything I love is just out of my reach now. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#walking-in-the-shadows #ya-romance #ya-suspnse #ya-thriller #love

Now comes the mystery. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#mystery #now