Women Sleuths Quotes

“She craved a tall glass of the fresh-squeezed lemonade from the pitcher she’d left chilling in the fridge. Two glasses served with a generous slice of pound cake with orange glaze icing sounded twice as nice.”
― Ed Lynskey, Fur the Win

“Nozy Cat lifted one sleepy eyelid, and his marble blue eye glared at her for interrupting his sacred nap. He wore a yellow collar with little red stars printed on it. His second eyelid also opened, and he gave them his irritated blue-eyed glare.”
― lyn key, Nozy Cat 1

“Quote taken from Chapter 1:

"The police should be in it, not us. We’re out of here.” Bill did an about-face to retrace their route to the door.

Piper whipped out a hand and snagged him by the shirttail. Her tone returned to crisp and decisive. “Slow down, Roadrunner. I’m not ready to leave. We’ve got work to do.”

Incredulous, he stared gape-mouthed at her. “You'd better explain,” he said.

She wiggled her nose. “I’m growing nosier by the second about the circumstances surrounding Anna’s murder.”
― Ed Lynskey, The Corpse Wore Gingham

“Quote is taken from Chapter 1:

A decade ago when Isabel’s husband Max had died, they’d moved in together and merged their possessions. Neither sister brought any fussy teapots, canaries, sachets, or doilies, but lots of other stuff had to either stay or go. Looking at the lime green armchair gave Alma the willies. Her suggestion to slipcover it in a more subdued color had garnered Isabel’s frosty stare, and Alma had dropped the matter.”
― Ed Lynskey, Quiet Anchorage

“Quote taken from Chapter 1 of The Corpse Wore Gingham:

"You love to figure out things as much as I do,” Piper said.

“Like what?” Bill asked.

“You fix broken stuff,” Piper replied.

“Repairing a broken toaster or steam iron is far different than unraveling a murder mystery," Bill said.”
― Ed Lynskey, The Corpse Wore Gingham

“I’m hungry as a church mouse, Hope. Do you have anything to eat?

Hope looked down at His Whiskery Lordship swishing his black tail back and forth at her. He’d tucked a blue paper napkin into his collar. “When did you wake up?” she asked.”
― Lyn Key, Nozy Cat 2: A Hope Jones Cozy Mystery

“Hope turned sly. “What if the slice of apple pie is served a la mode?”

Smiling, Peggy Sue regarded her tall, brunette, and blue-eyed friend. “Is the slice of apple pie served a la mode with three scoops of homemade vanilla ice cream piled on top of it?”
― Lyn Key, Nozy Cat 1

“Isabel frowned. “Alma Trumbo, you did not just dig up a human bone from our flowerbed. It’s got to be a dinosaur bone, dinky or not.”

“A dinosaur bone, eh?” The short, stout Alma gave her tall, slim sister the old up and down. “What then, are we the Flintstones living in Bedrock?”
― Ed Lynskey, Sweet Betsy

“Speaking of the devil, what is Alma doing right now?”

“Well...” Sitting in her favorite armchair, Isabel craned her neck around to peer down the hallway to where she saw Alma squealing and clapping hands at their pet beagle Petey Sampson. With his tail wagging, he woof-woofed at her, and she woof-woofed right back at him.”
― Ed Lynskey, Murder in a One Hearse Town

“So you say. I just hope you don’t catch some exotic dinosaur ailment because Eustis probably doesn’t stock the right pills to treat it.”
― ed lynskey, Sweet Betsy

“Norm was lean, his short, straight black hair parted on the side, his mustache trimmed like he’d never heard of Adolf Hitler.”
― Jane Sunday, The Good Book Club

“You’re a nosy sleuth like me because you can’t help it,” Alma said.”
― Ed Lynskey, Sweet Betsy

“Quote taken from Chapter 1:

I know what." Isabel reached under the end table, took out the game board, and rattled the Band-Aid box containing the letter tiles. "It's been a week-and-a-half since our last Scrabble game.”
― Ed Lynskey, Quiet Anchorage

“Quote taken from Chapter 1:

"Is Petey Samson a bloodhound for real?” Blue asked. “I could’ve sworn he’s a mixed breed, what my folks used to call a pound mutt.”

“Oh, brother,” Alma said. “I wished you hadn’t said that.”

“I’ll have you know Petey Samson is no pound mutt,” Isabel said, shaking her finger at Blue. “His best breeding lies in his bloodhound line,” she said.

“I didn’t know that,” Blue said.

“Pay no mind to Isabel,” Alma said. “She’s just being overprotective of her fur baby.”
― Ed Lynskey, The Amber Top Hat

“Quote taken from Chapter 1

Bill hung up, grumbling to nobody in particular. Emily was about the only caller using the landline phone, and he regretted not getting rid of it. The Robinses were probably the lone holdouts on their city block to still have one.”
― Ed Lynskey, The Corpse Wore Gingham

“Alma didn’t want Isabel to start singing the praises of their pet, a rescue beagle, or she wouldn’t shush until sundown.

“I’ve found the missing lady,” Alma said. “Say welcome home, Betsy Sweet.”
― Ed Lynskey, Sweet Betsy

“The busy snoops like us can leave no stone unturned," Alma said.”
― Ed Lynskey, Sweet Betsy

“Quote taken from Chapter 1:

A grave matter has just arisen.” Etta hadn’t intended to make the pun. She went on. “It’s a problem right up your alley.”
― Ed Lynskey, Fur the Win

“Quote taken from Chapter 1:

The June afternoon had clear, blue skies—ideal weather for birdwatching.”
― Ed Lynskey, Fur the Win

“You can run from the past, but it always catches up with you.”
― Debbi Mack, Identity Crisis

“Megan stepping back let her glance switch from Alma to Isabel and return to Alma. No doubt about it, thought Megan. Created as much alike as any sisters ever had been, their resemblance started with their matching red-and-white polka dot blouses. Since she was a young girl, she had matched their eye colors to their different personalities.”
― Ed Lynskey, Quiet Anchorage

“Within the same hour as the murder took place, Isabel Trumbo sat in her armchair dozing, the Alaskan Outdoor magazine on her lap. Her kid sister Alma fidgeted in the other armchair, from time to time picking up her newspaper folded over to the day’s crossword puzzle.”
― Ed Lynskey, Quiet Anchorage

“Quote is taken from Chapter 1:

Since Etta could log in her rare Baltimore oriole sighting, she decided she’d had enough birding for one day. It was just a fun hobby, not an obsession.”
― Ed Lynskey, Fur the Win

“He stood at the entrance to the kitchen, blocking my path to the front door like the Berlin Wall.”
― Debbi Mack, Least Wanted

“Some stories, like sourdough starters and second chances, were only just beginning.”
― Valerie Loyer, Cupcake Crime at Maplewood Bakery: Where the Cupcakes Are Sweet and the Motives Are Sticky

“Have they ever. Isabel never misses a trick. Anytime I step into their foyer, she’s dropping hints all over the place. Don’t get me wrong because I love both women dearly, and I enjoy playing a game or two of Scrabble, just not on every visit. Why can’t we play Monopoly for a change of pace? I love squeezing the play money in my fist and snapping up the swanky properties like Park Place and Boardwalk.”
― ed lynskey, The Ladybug Song

“I’m hungry as a church mouse, Hope. Do you have anything to eat?
Hope looked down at His Whiskery Lordship swishing his black tail back and forth at her. He’d tucked a blue paper napkin into his collar. “When did you wake up?” she asked.”
― Lyn Key, Nozy Cat 2: A Hope Jones Cozy Mystery

“Get ready, old chap. Marriage is less about love and more about who is right.

There are men in this world, who can’t stand the regular Joe having a good life. These men have always gotta be stepping on someone. Makes them feel important, and they are usually standing behind a flag or a Bible to knock the other guy down. Don’t let these people take your dreams away.

It was a gut feeling she couldn’t explain except that it felt right— like thread going through a needle.

Envy is a horrible taskmaster. It turns the nicest people into snakes.”
― Abigail Keam , Murder Under A Bridal Moon

“Time meant nothing.
She loved him in an instant.
She would love him forever.”

Murder at Thornton Park”
― Ellen Read, Murder at Thornton Park

“I write cozy mysteries where every book delivers a fresh puzzle, a fair trail of clues, and a community you’ll want to live in. If there are cats, dogs, or pies involved, it’s probably mine.”
― Samantha Noble, A Deadly Slice Of Pie