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He started at the bottom of the publisher ladder at the time with Phantom and Handi-Books, moved to Graphic, then to Ace, and finally to Gold Medal. | He started at the bottom of the publisher ladder at the time with Phantom and Handi-Books, moved to Graphic, then to Ace, and finally to Gold Medal. | ||
==Quotes from his Work== | |||
=From City of Sin (1952):= | |||
Lee’s eyebrows did a startled rumba. | |||
[She] went tripping ahead of us down the hall on her high heels, with her hips waving a saucy goodbye. | |||
Her mascaraed lashes came down over her green eyes and did a little dance, like long rows of black-stockinged legs doing the can-can. | |||
. . . the words spilling out of her mouth like pebbles from a torn bag. | |||
. . . her hot, fetid breath in my face and my chest rolling around on her bosom as though on gigantic ball bearings. | |||
=From Murder Doll (1952):= | |||
[His heart] wasn’t beating – and his lungs were as still as a piece of cheese. | |||
I’ve been all around and busier than an ant in a bunch of grapes. | |||
=From The Affair of the Frigid Blonde (1950):= | |||
“. . . he’s been as busy as an ant in a new pair of pants.” | |||
. . . his eyes became as cold and blue as a pair of frozen grapes. | |||
With a face like that, Frank Laughton had about as much chance of avoiding recognition as a one-legged midget on crutches. | |||
=From Maid for Murder (1955):= | |||
Lisa Lincoln looked . . . as worn and haggard as a Sunday school picture of the wages of sin. | |||
She looked at me with eyes which were as uncommunicative as a pair of bottle caps. | |||
=From Never Say Die (1956):= | |||
It was 7:30 in the p. m. and the sands of time were pouring out like little potatoes through a broken bag. | |||
. . . with the reckless abandon of a bank president wasting a paper clip. | |||
I touched his hand, then dropped it. It was like clasping a handful of warm chitterlings. | |||
==Novels== | ==Novels== |