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Beginnings + Sneak Peek

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September 8th, 2019 Posted 10:02 am

On Sundays we do beginnings – the first paragraph or two from a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker. For one thing, this gives us a chance to trot out the word moniker, a strange one of uncertain derivation. Today’s beginning is also a sneak peek. Paws vs. Claws, the second in the middle grade Queenie and Arthur series, comes out Sept. 17. Here’s how it starts:

“Bad news, pussycat,” said Bertha. “No cream today.”

No cream today? Had I heard right? Well, that’s not a real question. Of course I’d heard right. My hearing is as good as it gets. Everything about me is as good as it gets. My looks, for example, are off the charts. I’m a thing of beauty from my gold-flecked button nose to the tip of my snowy tail. And my eyes! I’ll make this simple: When you gaze into them, you never want to stop. That’s happened to me so often—in fact, every time I come upon a mirror.

There are no mirrors in our kitchen, here at the Blackberry Hill Inn. I prefer rooms with mirrors but I make an exception for the kitchen. Every morning when I wake up I take an elegant little stretch—very different from the clumsy stretches of a certain other party who inhabits this place and whom you’ll probably meet later, nothing I can do about it—and I glide down off the top of the grandfather clock in the front hall and make my way here, where Bertha, the cook, is standing by to serve me fresh cream in a pretty china saucer, white with a gold border. This saucer is known to everyone as Queenie’s saucer. I’m Queenie, in case you haven’t guessed. I hope I’m not going too fast, although if I am, don’t expect me to do anything about it.

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Sneak Peek

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March 18th, 2019 Posted 8:03 am

Queenie describes some pre-Christmas goings-on in RUFF VS. FLUFF (coming March 26 and now available for preorder – middle-grade but available to adults with fake ID):

“Arthur! No! Stop!”

That was Harmony. But too late. Anything the slightest bit unusual—like the sight of Elrod crawling out from under the tree—is enough to get Arthur going. It was all so, so predictable: Arthur’s sudden change of direction, ripping tufts of wool off Mom’s favorite rug with his clumsy claws; then his all-paws-off-the-ground-at-once sprint toward Elrod, the split log dangling out one side of his mouth; followed by a series of Arthur-type decisions, all customarily demented; and ending with the tree toppling down on Elrod, Harmony, Bro, and a pretty crystal flower vase, Mom’s favorite. But not on Arthur, who stood just outside the circle of destruction, his tail still wagging, although slower now, as though beginning to have doubts. I made a mental note concerning those tufts of rug wool, now readily available, then closed my eyes and settled into that nap, which was what I should have done from the start.

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The Right Side: Sneak Peek

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May 19th, 2017 Posted 8:35 am

Little P, short for Little Protector, was what Daddy called the .22. Daddy was big on protection: “It’s what we do in this family going way way back. All the way to the Civil War, both sides.” LeAnne took Little P from him, checked the safety – numero uno first goddamn thing every time, like he’d told her – then held it in the proper way, by both hands and with the muzzle pointing down at a forty-five degree angle, which was how she’d learned degrees, resulting in an A plus on the class participation half of her Exploring Science grade. Then she and her daddy walked up a long slope where some big saguaros grew, Daddy carrying the cooler. There were bullet holes in a few of those saguaros, always at the tops where the heads would be, if saguaros had heads, but she and Daddy were blameless.

“What the hell is wrong with some people?” he said.

“Does it hurt the saguaros?”

“What do think? Look at them. Those holes seem right to you?”

“No. But I meant does it give them pain?”

Daddy inclined his head toward her. He had the best face you’d ever want to see, a big rough face with watchful eyes that shone when things were going well, like now, out in the desert. “Good question,” he said.

TRS Harlan Coben quote

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BOW WOW: Sneak Peek

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May 2nd, 2017 Posted 8:32 am

(Coming in 28 days. This is from page one. BOW WOW is 3rd in the Bowser and Birdie middle-school series. Adults can read them, but fake ID required.)

The humans in our family all turned to me: Birdie, Mama, Grammy. “What the heck is that blasted barking about?” Grammy said.

Someone was barking? I listened my hardest, heard no barking. This was a strange day already and it had hardly even started.

“Maybe he’s upset that you’re leaving, Mama,” Birdie said.

Mama bent down, gave me a pat. “Is that it, Bowser? Upset that I’m leaving?”

“Bull puckey,” said Grammy. “How would he even know you’re leaving?”

Whoa! Mistakes were going by so fast I could hardly keep up.

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