Posts Tagged ‘To Fetch A Thief’

Random Amazon Review We Like


July 12th, 2016 Posted 9:15 am

5.0 out of 5 stars – Wonderfully addicting – July 10, 2016

Blythe F. Toussaint on TO FETCH A THIEF:
This is the third book in the series, and I can’t wait to go on to the fourth. Chet is a fantastic narrator. Seeing the world through his dog’s-eye-view is fantastic. It creates wonderful point of view opportunities that Quinn uses creatively and masterfully. Fun!


Chetspeak on Sunday


June 26th, 2016 Posted 9:28 am

Brexit got us thinking of exits. So for Chetspeak this Sunday, here’s an exit scene from TO FETCH A THIEF:

The room was on fire – the bed, the walls, everything – with sheets of flame bursting up to the ceiling and tearing right through. And so much smoke, hurting my eyes, filling my nose in a horrible way. Where was Bernie? I couldn’t see him, couldn’t smell him, could only smell smoke. I barked and barked again.


And there he was, almost lost in the smoke, crawling on the floor, but in the wrong direction, toward one of the burning walls. I ran over – the air so hot now, crackling all around – and pushed at Bernie, turning him around. He got a hand on me, staggered to his feet. Then came another boom and the whole outside wall vanished and burning stuff started pelting down on us like a fiery rain. We dove through the space where the wall had stood, rolled into the street, got up and ran, me and Bernie together.


We turned to watch. The motel went up in flames. They rose to the sky and from their very tips hurled red fragments of curtains and bedding and furniture even higher. Maybe it was kind of beautiful in a way.


Random Amazon Review We Like


June 10th, 2016 Posted 8:34 am

5.0 out of 5 stars – Chet is the most wonderful narrator in canine history. – June 9, 2016

Chet is the most wonderful narrator in canine history! My husband, kids and I always look forward to the next Chet & Bernie story.


Chetspeak on Sunday


May 15th, 2016 Posted 8:17 am

Bernie came into the kitchen looking great, all back to normal. No dried blood, no zigzag groove. “Any chance someone’s hungry?” he said. Bernie was a good guesser. Who’d said that recently? I tried to remember, soon gave up. “Any of that salami left?” Bernie opened the fridge. Salami? You bet there was some left, and I knew right away, but it took him a while to find it. “Thought, I’d … ah, here we go.” Soon Bernie was slicing a nice fat salami. He put some slices in my bowl, mixed them in with kibble. Then he heated up coffee from yesterday or maybe the day before, sliced some more salami for himself, and sat at the table. I poked through my bowl, gobbling up all traces of salami before I had even one bit of kibble. We had a nice breakfast.



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