racing heartbeat

“I got it,” said Steph, breathing hard and holding up the small grey camera. Liz grabbed the offered device and dashed down to hall. Steph leaned over, putting her hands on her knees and smiling while she tried to steady her racing heartbeat. “I can’t believe I did that.”

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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a shallow pool

Two weeks had passed since he had finagled the Morgan case away from Epstein, and Jeff couldn’t help but lament the days they’d wasted. It was beginning to seem impossible to find assistants who could help handle the convoluted legalisms that plagued the Morgan situation. With the booming economy, competition for skilled help offered them a shallow pool of applicants. This morning, finally, Jeff really thought the search was over.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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a thriving chorus

Wondering myself, isolate as I am, what led me to this frequent ordeal, spending evening after evening away from home, away from my books, away, surrounded by the bustle of humanity, exposing myself to the currents, straining my thoughts in cycles of an endless charade, worn into deep grooves. Shaking my senses hither and fro, I shuffled my paper, turned another page, turning night into a thriving chorus of humanity pressing close by.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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another hit

“He’s so sweet when he talks. Even when I know he’s lying, I want to believe him and so I just do. Then, when he goes to far and I decide to ignore him or hit him or whatever I do, he turns up the charm and it’s like a lullaby, and the madness goes away and then he fucks the rage out of me. He’s like a drug. I know it’s killing me, but, goddammit, give me another hit.”

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florid descriptions

“Just notes, reflections, details to help me recreate the feelings you inspired.” Mark smirked, remembering his florid descriptions. “Like the way your eyes gleamed when you sang the chorus to, what was it? Riding?”

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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meaningless job

Ralph, like most karaoke DJs, began as one of us, a singer. A large, loose and somewhat sloppy man, by looks he could easily have been a radio DJ. Again, like most of his ilk, he had quit a meaningless job, acquired some gear and a large library of vocal-less recordings and used a connection with a bar’s management to secure a few evenings to raise some cash.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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brewing coffee

“I know he’s with that bitch, Sherry.” Something told me she was right, but it didn’t matter. If Kevin wasn’t with Sherry, it only meant he was dogging some other girl. Picking one of his women for jealous rage would seriously miss the point. As far as I could tell, Kevin didn’t care about any of them. All he wanted to do was shoot and score. The smell of brewing coffee made me nauseous.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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