"When someone as grand and profitable as Oliphant Kenward Knapp was suddenly taken out of the business scene, you had to expect a bloody big rush to grab his domain, bloody big meaning not just bloody big, but big and very bloody. Harpur was looking at what had probably been a couple of really inspired enthusiasts in the takeover rush. Both were on their backs. Both, admittedly, showed only minor blood loss, narrowly confined to the heart area. Both were eyes wide, mouth wide and for ever gone from the stampede."
Now it's your turn. What are your favorite lyrical descriptions of killing in crime fiction? How do you feel reading beautiful words about such a grim, violent subject? What are your favorite gorgeous pieces of crime-fiction prose, whether about death or not?
© Peter Rozovsky 2009