Sambal looked in the mirror as the mission parameters kicked in: Herb had set up the contacts in a reverse pattern, so his synapses were generating more noise than signal.
The anger of the extremes – the most certain in the least tenable of views – are the ones who have put us in this position. I am sick of them.
A pre-fatherhood man is a different proposition to a father: you look back on yourself and weep for his childishness.
A man held his finger to his ear while the woman in his company tutted and tapped her toe on the rough-hewn concrete floor. The courier had arrived at the lake and the portal was now open.
Floorboards creaked underfoot as I made my way back through the house. I had never been in a house like this, yet it was utterly familiar in layout.