Jamie knew that by morning, when he was done paying the girl in exchange for her slipping out without causing a fuss, he would be flat broke. But that did not matter. It was money well spent.

— Stanley Gazemba (Bahati Books)

The carcass was still warm - barely a few minutes dead, with the blood clotting on the ugly wound on its head where Pinched had bashed it in with a brick.

— Stanley Gazemba (Bahati Books)

The long rays of sun stretched across the street and touched the twisted Marathi tin roofs of the shops, creating a soft light that dulled the dust and rust, making them look almost beautiful.

— Stanley Gazemba (Bahati Books)