High Time to Kill is Raymond Benson’s fourth addition – if you count a novelisation of Tomorrow Never Dies – to the James Bond series; and once again he manages to combine the sheer fantasy of the plot with a fairly decent story. British government scientists have developed a new material – Skin ...
There are plenty of guidebooks out there to dissect and discuss the phenomenon that it James Bond. Some are fantastic and some are not worth the effort: this one is slap bang in the middle. If I'm totally honest the reason it rates only three stars is that it did not really tell me anything that ...
The wine and fatigue did her in. Prior to that, though, Helen had once again dropped hints that she would’ve liked to be intimate, but 47 couldn’t bring himself to do it. He cared about her too much to hurt her like that. Because that’s what would happen—she’d eventually be terribly hurt; in fact...
Someone was chasing me up the stairs. A single guy. It was difficult to see his face—only the top of his head was visible and he was moving fast. I turned and quickly surveyed the landscape.Rooftops. Of various heights.Maybe going up wasn’t such a good idea after all.I had to do something, so I s...
“Yeah?” came a voice. “Is Eric Gilliam at home?” she asked. “Who wants to know?” “Diane Boston.” “Who?” “Dana Barnett’s sister.” Silence. Diane looked u...
The main thing is the building of a wall between East and West Berlin, which is going to cause all kinds of political problems between us and the Soviet Union. The “Cold War,” as it’s called, is getting hotter. That was on my mind this morning because I was listening to a story about the “Berlin ...
Remix was tempted to put on Iron Maiden’s Dance of Death but ultimately decided it would be in bad taste. “There was no way in hell that Carol Merryman jumped off the roof of her building,” Berenger announced, beginning the meeting. “Suzanne, last night at the concert, did Carol appear depressed ...
The chopper set down and Bond, Christmas and Robinson jumped out. Bond and Robinson turned the wheel on the hatch and got it open. Christmas, wearing a backpack full of tools, went in first. Bond followed. ‘I'll be waiting to hear from you,’ Robinson told Bond, handing him...
I’m worried sick, it’s almost ten o’clock at night, and tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I’ve tried calling Gina in New York, but she doesn’t pick up. Her voice mail cheerily tells me, “Hi, this is Gina, leave a message!” The first time I simply told her to call me back. That was late this afternoon, af...