The Seagull (Vera Stanhope #8) by Ann Cleeves

35963210.jpg– Sometimes it felt as if her whole life had been spent in the half-light; in her dreams, she was moonlit, neon-lit or she floated through the first gleam of dawn. Night was still the time when she felt most awake. –

– Vera was restless. She couldn’t sit still and she’d never seen the point of walking around outsidejust for the sake of it; she watched the hikers with their boots and walking poles who strode past her cottage and thought they must be mad. –

– Seagull? What’s a seagull? There are herring gulls, black-headed gulls, common gulls. But there’s no such species as a seagull. –

– It seemed a sort of magic: all this information from a heap of bones. –

– I do like a sense of humour in a villain. –

Review for the Sunday Times:


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