Wednesday, June 27, 2012

It had happened so quickly.  People always say that, and it’s true – so damned quickly
Hoot remembered how he’d gestured to Norman with his pistol and told him to drop the knife, but there had been no response from his so-called blood-brother, not a movement, a flicker of the eye, or change of expression.  Norman could have been frozen, a freaksicle on a stick, his complexion slowly turning from dark red to ashen white.

From Skyshooter, sequel to Troubleshooter

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