It wasn't as though the farm hadn't seen death before, and the blowflies didn't discriminate. To them there was little difference between a carcass and a corpse. The drought had left the flies spoiled for choice that summer. They sought out unblinking eyes and sticky wounds as the farmers of Kiewarra leveled their rifles at skinny livestock. No rain meant no feed And no feed made for difficult decisions as the tiny town shimmered under day after day of burning blue sky.
The Dry by Jane Harper
He felt the letter that had landed on his desk two days ago. From Gerry Hadler, eight words written with a heavy hand: Luke lied. You lied. Be at the funeral.
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Oh I do hope you enjoy The Dry! I really liked it and it was a good one for discussion at our mystery group. The second book was good as well.
This sounds like a good one; hope u r liking it. Here's mine:
http://bibliophilebythesea.blogspot.com/2018/06/first-chapter-first-paragraph-tuesday_19.html
It sounds like a book that would be hard to put down once started.
I dont think its for me!
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