'Are you sure it was the night of August the thirty-first?' 'I'd bet my life on it.' 'How
can you be so certain?' 'Because I ... During the day I go by the sun; at night, I go
by the scent of the night. I have my own sort of natural timekeeper, built into my ...
Author: Andrea Camilleri
Publisher: Pan Macmillan
The Scent of the Night is the sixth comic detective novel in the Inspector Montalbano series by Andrea Camilleri. Montalbano learned how hard it was to put on a wetsuit while in a dinghy speeding over a sea that wasn't exactly calm. Mimì, at the helm, looked tense and worried. "Getting seasick?" the inspector asked him at one point. "No. Just sick of myself." "Why?" "Because every now and then I realize what a stupid shit I am to go along with some of your brilliant ideas." When an angry octogenarian holds a terrified and lovelorn secretary at gunpoint, Inspector Montalbano is reluctantly drawn into the case. The secretary's boss, a financial advisor, has vanished along with several billion lire entrusted to him by the good citizens of Vigàta. Also missing is the advisor's young colleague, whose uncle just happens to be building a house on the site of Inspector Montalbano's very favourite olive tree . . . Ably abetted by his loyal and eccentric team, Montalbano, the food-loving, commitment-phobic inspector, returns for another delicious investigation served up in vintage Camilleri style. The Scent of the Night is followed by the seventh book in the series, Rounding the Mark.
... on several occasions, but had even, one morning, got so close as to smell the scent of his aftershave. That incident drove her to do something audacious—so
audacious, indeed, that she would never in the world have thought herself ...
Author: Andrea Camilleri
The number of Inspector Montalbano fans will continue to grow with this ingenious new novel featuring the earthy and urbane Sicilian detective. Half the retirees in Vigáta have invested their savings with a financial wizard who has disappeared, along with their money. As Montalbano investigates this labyrinthine financial scam, he finds himself at a serious disadvantage: a hostile superior has shut him out of the case, he’s on the outs with his lover Livia, and his cherished Sicily is turning so ruthless and vulgar that Montalbano wonders if any part of it is worth saving. Drenched with atmosphere, crackling with wit, The Smell of the Night is Camilleri at his most addictive.
But at night each blossom that is not asleep sends out a clamorous and insistant
odor , and at the same moment one notices a dozen distinct and striking
perfumes . But by day or by night the scents are not all such as are pleasant to us
Olfactory and Chemical Investigations Roman Kaiser. scent , which is only
released during the night . Brassavola is the only neotropical genus in which all
species show the typical syndrome of moth pollination . A paper dealing with the
... five on duty through the day and five to have been original with the Chinese ,
divided a during the night : complete day from midnight to midnight , into 100 k'o
Each of the guard - rooms is provided with a sonorous or quarters , each of which
He'd embraced her fresh from his morning walk, the leafy green smell of the
wood still clinging to his clothes, and she had borne it. He was bursting with good
news that he had not yet divulged. She could see it in his eyes—see the pleasure
Author: Dale Bailey
Publisher: John Joseph Adams
In this contemporary fantasy, the grieving biographer of a Victorian fantasist finds himself slipping inexorably into the supernatural world that consumed his subject. Failed father, failed husband, and failed scholar, Charles Hayden hopes to put his life back together with a new project: a biography of Caedmon Hollow, the long-dead author of a legendary Victorian children's book, In the Night Wood, and forebear of his wife, Erin. Deep in mourning from the loss of their young daughter, they pack up their American lives, Erin gives up her legal practice, and the couple settles in Hollow's remote Yorkshire mansion. In the neighboring village, Charles meets a woman he might have loved, a child who could have been his own daughter, and the ghost of a self he hoped to bury. Erin, paralyzed by her grief, immerses herself in pills and painting images of a horned terror in the woods. In the primeval forest surrounding Caedmon Hollow's ancestral home, an ancient power is stirring, a long-forgotten king who haunts the Haydens' dreams. And every morning the fringe of darkling trees presses closer. Soon enough, Charles and Erin will venture into the night wood. Soon enough, they'll learn that the darkness under the trees is but a shadow of the darkness that waits inside us all.
Why , then , do these night flowers — if it be not to attract night insects , and so
get fertilised - expand their petals as evening falls ? We have , I suspect ... Only ,
the air is still sweet with the scent of the Night - scented Stock.- Pall Mall Gazette .
This same heat intensifies the sweeter scents as yet unmentioned, but which in
their season are as much a part of India as their noxious brethren. Who that in the
course of a long night journey has crossed one of the broad rivers of upper India,
He mighttry it, some night. He ran across the garden and along the drive to the
gate, where his motorbike was hidden in the bushes. Straddling it, he
freewheeled down the hill towards the bypass, starting the engine only whenhe
reached the ...
Author: Margaret Yorke
Publisher: Hachette UK
Mrs Anderson is starting to forget where she has put things, what she has bought, or even eaten. Living alone in a rambling mansion, she is isolated from the town. But Mrs Anderson has a visitor. A young man comes every night, through the dining room window. He helps himself to food and money, and has even made himself comfortable in the attic. A young man who enjoys power, he might take over the whole house and make it his. It's a place where no one will think to look for him, where no one will find him - no matter what he's done.
My apologies , Your Honor . So , Miss Farrel , you were sleeping in your
automobile in that alley on the night you claim to have seen the defendant . Is that
correct ? ” “ I was , yes . ” “ And before you saw the defendant , you were asleep ,
Author: Patricia Matthews
Publisher: Severn House Pub Limited
Casey Farrell didn't think things could get much worse. She was already jobless, homeless and flat broke - then she became a star witness in a major murder investigation.
When night — the stifling tropical night thick with the cloying smell of lilies and
jasmine and the chirring of crickets - fell abruptly on the house , his grandmother
would keep Gabriel , then a five - year - old child , riveted to his chair terrified by ...
She had been up in the night, worried about her mother and her brother. She
walked out to the road now and took her papers from the box. The neighbor boy
delivered the Asheville Tribune as well as the Smoky Mountain News. She saw
Author: Linda Nichols
Publisher: Baker Books
Life is rewarding for Samuel Truelove. He's a gifted surgeon, he's married to the love of his life, and he has a beautiful daughter. But when he's called to perform an emergency surgery, a deadly cascade of events is set in motion, and his picture-perfect life begins to unravel.... Annie Truelove, hoping to escape painful reminders of her grief, leaves her beloved home in the mountains of North Carolina and begins a new life in faraway Seattle. But a disturbing headline takes her back home, where memories of both joy and sorrow come flooding back. What will it take to heal two broken hearts?
There is evidently no by - law in your municipality against the utilisation of night -
soil on your own ground as there is in some places ? No . 13708 . Then there is
no offensive smell arising from it ? No . 13709 . Mr . McKillop . ] You treat the night
It flutters out of the darkness and into the rings of light with which we keep the night at bay . ... It is no surprise that moths orient at night using sight and scent ,
but some are capable of using sound in an ingenious way to survive . Certain
Author: Michael J. Caduto
Publisher: Golden, Colo. : Fulcrum Pub.
Category: Juvenile Fiction
Parents, teachers, camp counselors, naturalists, and storytellers will delight in these collections of stories and activities immersing children in the mysterious world of the night, their natural surroundings, and the fascinating world of animals.
Thus the scent of dim pine woods , a scent that ever suggests the sound of the
cushat ' s note , is resinous . Most of the ... Of those that are open night and day ,
some are odorous the whole day long , others only in the night - season . Thus
'The tranquilisers will work during the day to keep her calm,' the doctor had said, '
and the sleeping pills should take care of the night. The third one is for you. It's for
anxiety, and should ease some of the pressure on you.' As we make our way ...
Author: Jacquie McRae
Publisher: Huia Publishers
Category: Juvenile Fiction
Libby has an idyllic life on an apple orchard and is close to her grandfather, a cider maker. When he dies in a freak accident, Libby is devastated. She finds it difficult to talk to her parents about her feelings as her mother seems cold and her father says little. Grieving, angry, and feeling distant from her parents who are struggling with their own relationship, she begins compulsively pulling her hair out. To get away from the unhappiness, Libby unwillingly goes to boarding school. There, she befriends Charlie, and goes to stay with her family, which is warm, friendly and fun. While there, Libby enjoys being part of all the outdoor adventures and gains new perspectives on herself and her parents. This young adult novel is a story of strong friendships and growing understanding that combine to overcome difficulties.
Susan Saunders. kitchen , where the puppies slept . It sounded as if the kid was
moving furniture all night long . Moving furniture and giggling . " What could she
be doing ? ” Fritz whined , staring up at the ceiling fearfully . “ How would I know ?
Author: Susan Saunders
Category: Juvenile Fiction
Life changes for two puppies, Rosie and Fritz, when a young girl and her unusual pet arrive at their house.
He put his face close to hers on the pillow , and thought what a lot of cigarettes
she smoked , smelling them on her breath and seeing the ashtray on the night
stand almost full . She opened her eyes and looked at him blankly . He thought
Even though the lights were on, the house was quiet. I noticed the note I'd taped
to the mirror wasn't there. I called for Manuel, but he didn't answer. He'd come
and gone. The anger I'd been holding in check since last night welled up again.
Author: Barbara Block
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Robin Light was behind the fish tanks of her Syracuse pet shop when the teenager walked in the door. With her electric blue hair, corpse-white lipstick, and in-your-face nose ring, Amy Richmond wasn't the type you could forget. But her appearance paled beside the message she had for Robin, "Murphy said you'd help me." Murphy was Robin's ex-husband who'd lived fast and died too young. And now, his 15-year-old daughter Amy was in trouble recently named the prime suspect in the sensational murder of her wealthy stepfather. Suddenly, the inveterate sleuth finds herself moving through the edgy, drug-infested world into which Amy has disappeared. Hitting up on her street connections, Robin plugs into a secret network of strippers, addicts, and runaways, where a low-life named Toon Town appears to be calling all the shots, and where Robin has to find a terrified young girl, before it's too late.