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1 " And then Vaughn, too, lost the ability to speak. Or at least, she no longer heard it over the thunderous rush in her ears. She felt his hands on her shoulders, pulling her up and back out of the room, and he seemed to be shouting her name. Dark spots appeared in the corner of her vision. She choked and spluttered and stared into Vaughn's light brown eyes, until they were only things she could see.'Breathe,' he ordered, and she did.Her lungs inflated, and she gasped., 'Mr. Boddy! He's dead! "
― Diana Peterfreund , In the Hall with the Knife (Clue Mystery, #1)
2 " But he couldn't do it with orchid. He had to know. 'But you think it was showing off.''Well...' she ducked her chin and her bangs fell into her eyes, but they didn't hide her smile. 'Wasn't it?'He smiled back. OK, she had him there. 'A little.''A little?' She repeated. Now he grinned wide. 'Oh, Orchid, when I really want to show off, you'll know it. "
3 " Scarlett Mistry supposed there were natural disasters everywhere. But it was all so very inconvenient. When she was a child, her father had gone apoplectic over a hurricane that had flattened one of their multi-million-dollar high-rises in Miami Beach. A landslide in Vail had once collapsed the roof of a Mistry Hotels chalet. And her mother was constantly threatening to sell off the property in New Orleans before the levees gave way for good. Even in her family's native Gujarat, India, there were terrible floods when the monsoons came. Property was a risky way to make a living, in Scarlett's opinion - not that she'd ever say as much to her parents. She'd long ago decided on an alternative route to fame and fortune, one free from the uncertainty of climate change and its unpredictable effect on the real estate market. Unfortunately, she hadn't factored in power outages. So instead of being able to check any of her feeds, she was stuck sitting in a wingback chair, her phone as dead as a brick in her hand, and listening to Orchid pepper the townie with questions about how bad the storm had gotten. He wasn't big on details, that Vaughn Green. Not that Scarlett needed Vaughn's opinion on how screwed they all were. After all, she was spending the afternoon sitting under a quilt by a fire like some sort of pioneer girl. "
4 " Scarlett soon found herself leaning halfway out the window, trying to figure out how to get the shutters closed. If she killed herself trying to close these darn things, she was going to be super annoyed. "
5 " You wouldn't understand.'Mustard's eyes narrowed. 'We won't know until you try. Just last night, headmaster body was telling me I should learn more about how this school works from star students like you. You remember the headmaster, right? Nice guy, bloods all over the floor upstairs? "