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unearths some literary gems.
From Everyone on this Train Is a Suspect, by Benjamin Stevenson:
***I'd say S. S. Dine [who made rules about mystery writing] would be rolling in his grave, but that would break one of the general rules about the supernatural. So he'd be lying very still but disappointed all the same.***Tickets didn't just run into the thousands of dollars, they sprinted.***They all had their links, their grievances and their arguments, which, adding ego and cooking under the desert sun, baked into nothing less than a resentful quiche.***"Pissssss off," he said, spending S's like he'd robbed a bank of them.***Royce scowled back at the door like it had insulted him.***"He shouldn't be so... so... caviar... with my friendship."***"Why do you get to interview me, and I don't get to interview you?""Because I'm the narrator!"***"I know how a denouement works," I said, sulking."De-noo-moh," Wolfgang said from behind me, ladling the French over my mispronunciation like syrup.***If the Ghan were a steam train, Royce's ears could have powered it.***Bonus: The Four Cousins of Barbara Who-Gives-a-Toss (a nonexistent book given, by the narrator, as one of several hypothetical examples of a trend toward best sellers that include the protagonist's name in the title)
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