“The streets were dark with something more then night.”
“Anne felt something like a splinter of ice sink into her chest. She moaned and found herself clutching for something that wasn’t there.” Vickie Lester, It’s In His Kiss
Downtown with sanslartigue, Raymond Chandler and Vickie Lester
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Vickie, thanks for inviting me into your world for the week! It’s been a thrill.
Thank you, David! Love seeing your work anytime, and such a treat to see your take on the book.
Sublimely evocative: sanslartique, Chandler, and It’s In His Kiss.
Or sanslartiGue! Sausage-fingered me!