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“The intuitive knowledge of each other which had been evident in the first meeting of Ellen and Skye seemed heightened as they worked together. It didn’t come from the words they spoke, the meaningless light phrases, it simply was there. It set Hugh silent, apart. If they noticed they would believe it was the weight of tonight’s near thing. Not the jealousy which he grudgingly admitted. Not the self-pity he was fighting with every atom of his pride.”

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Book:The Expendable Man
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The Expendable Man

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Dorothy B. Hughes
Dorothy B. Hughes

Dorothy B. Hughes was a prominent crime writer whose distinctive style and complex characters left a lasting impact on the genre. Born on August 10, 1904, Hughes' career was marked by her innovative approach to storytelling and her deep psychological insights into her characters. She passed away on May 6, 1993, but her legacy of influential crime fiction endures. more

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