Thursday night, I started reading The Mouse in the Mountain by Norbert Davis. I was immediately interested in Doan and his Great Dane. I'm only two chapters in, but the dialogue is wonderful thus far and the characters are intriguing. This is my first time reading Davis, and if the book continues as it has started, it won't be my last.
When Doan and Carstairs came down the wide stairway and walked across the pink-tiled floor that was the pride and joy of the Hotel Azteca, the guests in the lobby stopped whatever they were doing to pass the time away and stared open-mouthed. Doan was not such-a-much, but Carstairs usually had this effect on people, and he left a whispering, wondering wake behind him as he stalked across to the glassed side doors and waited with haughty dignity while Doan opened one of the doors. He ambled through it ahead of Doan into the incredibly bright sunlight on the terrace.
This lovely vintage cover borrowed from this review.