I'm halfway through the latest Laurie R. King book,
The Language of Bees (the Sherlock Holmes pastiche series) and I just saw this line, and it made me remember why I so enjoy this woman's writing:
I perked up. Was I about to become a participant in a Black Mass?
How often does one come across lines like that in a 1920s mystery?
Anyway, I wanted to share. While I'm on a tangent, have some classic Whose Line is it Anyway? (improv), with Scenes from a Hat:
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