Category: Kerry Greenwood

Kerry Greenwood

Oh wondrous,’ murmured Lin Chung. ‘Oh, water, mistress of earth, valley spirit, eternal feminine!”Taoism again?’ Phryne leaned close to hear what he was whispering.’From the “Tao Te Ching.” The old Master should have seen this. All made by water, the female, cold, moon principle.”Yin,’ said Phryne. ‘This is the womb of the earth.”Indeed.’ He took her hand. ‘Completely foreign to all male, hot, sun creatures.”Like you?”Like me. Yang can only admire and tremble.”Come along.’ She led him into the centre of the huge space. ‘We don’t want to get lost in the earthmother’s insides.

Kerry Greenwood

He could pass off the inferior bottles on tables seven and four. Table seven knew nothing of wine, sending back a bottle of Riesling as “corked” because it had bits of cork in it, the imbeciles. Table four had gulped down a very special old pale brandy as though it was common wood alcohol, which was probably what they had been drinking because they had said that his brandy lacked bite. They deserved inferior burgundy. The bottles that had been stored too close to the stove might have enough bite by now for table four. A wine waiter’s revenge may be long in coming, but it arrives in the end.