Thank you, Thank you, Thank you for recommending this author/book. I've really been missing Brian Haig's Sean Drummond. Part of me also wants Lee Child to write Jack Reacher stories faster (the saner side of me is afraid of that...doesn't want him to turn into James Patterson). In The Death Tr...
There was potentially a WMD on its way and yet here she was, waiting for it to arrive. What the hell am I doing in this place? She lay in the unfamiliar bed struggling in vain for the release of sleep, and just succeeded in pulling out the sheets and making things even more uncomfortable as she t...
Boink stepped out from behind a bamboo stand and approached the passenger-side front door. I leaned out the opening in the door. ‘Anything?’ I asked him. ‘You’re good to go, man.’ ‘See you in around half an hour,’ I said. At least, we would if we weren’t all full of holes. I gestured at Francis. ...
Stars filled the night sky like a spray of sparkling gems, but the light was weak without the moon to power it. On this night Mena ventured from the baggage train and came forth through the darker shadows to the army’s forward units. There she found Rufinius asleep in the ...
I yawned wide and long and leaned against the wall while I waited for Petinski to locate the key. ‘I’m going to bed for an hour,’ she said as she unlocked the door to our suite. ‘What are you going to do?’ ‘I can join you for a few minutes if you like,’ I said. ...
The vegetation was too thick to penetrate so they trudged up a cut left by an eon of monsoonal rains. Joe pushed aside a clump of bamboo overhanging their path and his hand erupted in pain. He peered at the bamboo and saw that it was covered in white hairs. On closer inspection, the hairs turned ...
Clare said, a realist. Her hair was pulled back off her face in a tight ponytail, accentuating her strong cheekbones. She was dressed in BDUs. I found it impossible not to think about what she might be wearing under them. A framed photo of her son sat on her desk, his innocent, big brown eyes fol...