As far as coincidences go, this is a small one, but still kind of amazing. Or maybe it's simply a case of synchronicity at play. In the 2017 July/August issue of EQMM, both Loren Estleman (one of my favorite crime writers) and myself both had Nero Wolfe pastiches. In his Claudius Lyons story, his first line:
The moon turned blue, swine flew, and hell sprouted icicles.
In my Julius Katz story, my second line:
Anyone who knew Julius as well as I did would’ve thought the world had
tipped onto its axis, or maybe the river Styx had frozen over into a
skating rink, or at the very least, pigs had sprouted wings and were
flapping themselves across the Boston skyline.
A coincidence, synchronicity, or something else? Who knows?
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