...shimmering with silent, spreading poison: get anywhere near them and every breath you take will wreck you from the inside out."
Tana French, The Likeness, p.9
"By the end of my stint in Murder I could feel it coming: felt the high sing of madness in the air, the city hunching and twitching like a rabid dog building towards the rampage."
Ibid, p.12
"...over excited toddlers tumbling along like big sweet bumblebees..."
Ibid, p. 445
