“Max took out his bow and arrow and with perfect aim shot three arrows that struck and destroyed each zombie.” — Winter Morgan Copy Share Image
“The first sound was the bowstrings, the snap of five thousand hemp cords being tightened by stressed yew, and that sound was like the devil’s harpstrings being plucked. Then there was the arrow sound, the sigh of air over feathers,… — Bernard Cornwell Copy Share Image
