A dazzling collection of crime and mystery stories, Shades of Black is a landmark achievement. Bringing together today's brightest talent from the field-from Walter Mosley, "one of America's best mystery writers" (New York Times), to the late Hugh Holton, whose "gift for retaining suspense is golden" (Chicago Sun-Times)-it is the first anthology of African-American mystery writers. Shades of Black is not only a tribute to the art of storytelling-it's a fascinating foray into the rich and widely varied African-American experience.Includes stories by:Frankie Y. Bailey - Jacqueline Turner Banks - Chris Benson - Eleanor Taylor Bland and Anthony Bland - Patricia E. Canterbury - Christopher Chambers - Tracy Clark - Evelyn Coleman - Grace F. Edwards - Robert Greer - Terris MacMahan Grimes - Gar Anthony Haywood - Hugh Holton - Geri Spencer Hunter - Dicey Scroggins Jackson - Glenville Lovell - Lee E. Meadows - Penny Mickelbury - Walter Mosley - Percy Spurlark Parker - Gary Phillips - Charles Shipps
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February 03, 2005
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Excerpt from Shades of Black by Eleanor Taylor Bland
John Quinn set the take-out bag he was carrying on the kitchen table. "Have you considered giving it a decent burial?"
"It's not dead," Lizzie Stuart said, not looking up from the drooping, yellow-leaved plant she was trying to extract from its pot. "It's just sick . . . I gave it too much water, and it needs more sunshine . . . and more room to spread its roots."
"Or you could just buy another plant," Quinn said, his silver gray eyes reflecting his amusement. He held out the card in his hand. "Before I forget again . . . I got this in the mail last week. This isn't something we want to do, right?"
Lizzie glanced up from her task. "What isn't?"
"This." Quinn held the card closer. "A fund-raiser. A murder mystery evening aboard a train."
Lizzie shook her head. Her gaze returned to the plant. She eased it up and toward the larger red pot. "I don't think so, Quinn. I don't think that I could get into the spirit of trying to solve a pretend murder for the fun of it."
"I'll send them a donation."
"Definitely a better idea. If we went . . ." Lower lip clasped between her teeth, she settled the plant into its new pot. "Before the night was over, a real corpse would probably turn up."