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Fever of the Bone - Bilingual quotes that celebrate the beauty of language, showcasing meaningful expressions in two unique perspectives.

"Fever of the Bone" is a gripping mystery novel from the acclaimed author Val McDermid. The story follows forensic psychologist Dr. Tony Hill and detective Carol Jordan as they delve into a series of chilling murders. The investigation reveals a pattern that connects the crimes to a hidden world of criminals, forcing Hill and Jordan to confront not only the perpetrators but also their own personal demons.

The characters are complex and richly developed, creating a compelling narrative that explores the psychological aspects of crime. The tension builds as Hill's insights lead them closer to the truth, but also put them in danger as the killer becomes aware of their pursuit. Themes of obsession, morality, and the darkness within humanity surface throughout the story.

This novel stands out in the crime fiction genre for its deep character exploration and the psychological portrayal of crime. As the plot unfolds, readers are kept on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating the twists and turns that McDermid expertly weaves into the narrative. "Fever of the Bone" is not just a tale of mystery but a profound look into the minds of both the hunted and the hunters.

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Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.
by Mitch Albom
All our human endeavours are like that, she reflected, and it is only because we are too ignorant to realize it, or are too forgetful to remember it, that we have the confidence to build something that is meant to last.
by Alexander McCall Smith
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The value of money is subjective, depending on age. At the age of one, one multiplies the actual sum by 145,000, making one pound seem like 145,000 pounds to a one-year-old. At seven – Bertie's age – the multiplier is 24, so that five pounds seems like 120 pounds. At the age of twenty four, five pounds is five pounds; at forty five it is divided by 5, so that it seems like one pound and one pound seems like twenty pence. {All figures courtesy of Scottish Government Advice Leaflet: Handling your Money.}
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Look, if you say that science will eventually prove there is no God, on that I must differ. No matter how small they take it back, to a tadpole, to an atom, there is always something they can't explain, something that created it all at the end of the search. And no matter how far they try to go the other way – to extend life, play around with the genes, clone this, clone that, live to one hundred and fifty – at some point, life is over. And then what happens? When the life comes to an end? I shrugged. You see? He leaned back. He smiled. When you come to the end, that's where God begins.
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