Quotes from Talmage Powell

I started the motor, let it idle for a minute. Then I pointed the nose toward St. Pete and Coquina Key. It was a little after 11:00 when I rolled down the boulevard on the island. A huge moon bathed Coquina Key in silver light. White surf broke against the beach, and out in the water, moon lays lay in a great

Kill One, Skip One The beer garden was crowded with people in rumpled sport shirts and slacks and cool cotton dresses. It was hot, smoky, wet and rank with the odor of beer, turgidly alive with sluggish conversation and the rasping of a juke box. I bought a beer at the bar and asked if Baxter Osgood was around.

Are you dippy, and all that sort of thing? Bats in the belfry—what? My word!" Marlowe stepped nearer to him and spoke in a lower voice. "Suppose, Mr. Warwick

driveway past the sheltering rows of tall Australian pines. Swiveling his head, he watched a distant humpback

his record player he put some very cool Brubeck and very torrid Rusty Warren and then, from the tenth which he'd purchased on the way home, poured himself a precise ounce

Soothed her with scopoline.

They'd snigger and say she just kept Clyde around because she was a robust she-male who had to have a bull in her bed.