"Holmes for the Holidays" and "More Holmes for the Holidays" featuring writing by various authors, edited by Martin H. Greenberg, Jon L. Lellenberg, and Carol-Lynn Waugh (Berkley 1998, 2001)

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"Holmes for the Holidays" and "More Holmes for the Holidays" featuring writing by various authors, edited by Martin H. Greenberg, Jon L. Lellenberg, and Carol-Lynn Waugh (Berkley 1998, 2001)
Hadn't she used that simile before? So what? Homer used his stock images over and over. Get obsessed with novelty and you ended up with a wardrobe full of lovely clothes you could never wear again.
Reginald Hill, Arms and the Women
Death’s Jest-book, Reginald Hill.
Albion! Albion! by Dick Morland (New English Library, 1976).
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The Greenhouse Effect could turn England into a second Sahara and the natives would still be convinced each hour of sunshine was the last.
Reginald Hill, Arms and the Women
She looked back at him, her face (still beautiful) now ravaged with shock and betrayal, as Andromeda might have looked if Perseus, on point of rescuing her from the ravening dragon, had suddenly remembered a previous appointment.
Reginald Hill, Arms and the Women
The heat smudged the sharp lines of the horizon into a drowsy golden mist and it was possible for a man to think he could walk off into that golden haze and by some ancient process of absorption, become part of it.
Reginald Hill, On Beulah Height
One of his rules was never to resist a woman who said she wanted to finish. Either she meant it, in which case resistance would be foolish. Or she didn't mean it, in which case resistance would be what she wanted, and therefore insane.
Reginald Hill, Deadheads