British Crime Stories Tend To Be Very

I Was In The Machine. My Whole Life. Then The Machine Coughed And Spat Me Out. So I Thought, Ok, If I'm Out, I'm Out. All The Way Out. I Was A Little Angry And It Was Probably An Immature Reaction. But I Got Used To It.

I Have To Warn You. I Promised My Mother, A Long Time Ago. She Said I Had To Give Folks A Chance To Walk Away.

I Wanted Readers To Be Genuinely Unsure As To Whether She's Telling The Truth Or Lying. It Meant Making Her Partly Sympathetic, And Partly Unsympathetic, Which Wasn't Easy.

Now They Broke My Toothbrush, I Don't Own Anything.

Intensely Vivid Characters, Terrible Crimes, And A Brutal Deep-frozen Landscape All Prove Beyond A Reasonable Doubt That Cold Nurtures Good And Evil As Readily As Heat ... And That Giles Blunt Is A Really Tremendous Crime Novelist.