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The Golem of Paris (Detective Jacob Lev, #2) QUOTES

The Golem of Paris (Detective Jacob Lev, #2) QUOTES

1 " embassy "

― Jonathan Kellerman , The Golem of Paris (Detective Jacob Lev, #2)

2 " What they shared was indelible. More than victory, it was trauma that united men. "

― Jonathan Kellerman , The Golem of Paris (Detective Jacob Lev, #2)

3 " The El Al stewardesses pin their little hats on with one hand, using the other to hold back the crush of bodies in the aisle. Children wail and adults shove and bags rain from the overhead bins. Fourteen hours in the air, and Barbara hasn’t slept one second. Dazed, dehydrated, she clings to Frayda’s sleeve, and together they inch toward the exit. When they finally step out, they’re hit with a blast of heat and light. Barbara hesitates at the top of the steps, blinking, and receives a swift elbow to the back from the octogenarian behind her. Nu! She stumbles her way down to the tarmac. The welcome committee consists of a pair of rust-bucket minibuses belching exhaust. A few people have already climbed aboard and are tapping their feet impatiently, waiting to be driven to the arrival terminal. Many more of the passengers have fallen to their hands and knees, pressing their lips to the cracked, oil-stained ground. They weep and chant prayers of thanksgiving. Bless you, Lord, our God, Ruler of the universe, Who has given us life, and sustained us, and enabled us to reach this moment. Frayda drops to her knees. Barbara shakily sinks down beside her. Gravel bites into the flesh of her palms. She kisses the earth. Her first impression of the land of Israel, ancestral home of her people, will always be smarting hands, the astringent stink of jet fuel, sacred dust coating her tongue. "

― Jonathan Kellerman , The Golem of Paris (Detective Jacob Lev, #2)

4 " In Prague,” Jacob said. “I saw a clay figure. In the attic of the Alt-Neu Synagogue. The caretaker said it was the Maharal. But it looked like you. Exactly like you.” “I’ve told you,” Sam said. “I’m not the important link.” Jacob remembered the tombstone of the Maharal’s wife, whose name was Bina’s middle name. A disquieting thought struck him. “I’m descended on both sides,” he said. He stared at his father. “You and Ima. You’re cousins.” Sam hesitated. “Not close.” “How close is not close?” “There’s nothing to worry about,” Sam said. “Royalty did it all the time.” “You’re not royalty.” “I should also point out that it was not unusual among first-generation immigrants. Couples often met at family circles.” “You’re not a first-generation immigrant.” “What I’m getting at, son, is that plenty of these unions have taken place—” “In Alabama.” “I intended to tell you. I wanted to. We haven’t been speaking.” “Don’t even,” Jacob said. Sam studied him with concern. “Are you all right?” “You mean other than the fact that I’m inbred? "

― Jonathan Kellerman , The Golem of Paris (Detective Jacob Lev, #2)