… Shannon’s fingers itched to smash the man in the face. Inside his head he kept telling himself,
Keep cool, baby, absolutely cool.
Tags: fiction
Yessir. A crutch, like one-legged men always have.
Frederick ForsythIt is cold at six-forty in the morning on a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is about to be executed by firing squad.
Frederick ForsythTags: first-sentence first-lines execution death-penalty first-line frederick-forsyth
...a woman of quite bovine stupidity and potato-like contours...
Frederick Forsyththere is no collective guilt,...guilt is individual, like salvation." [p.28]
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