“He had one leg crossed over the other and sat with both hands resting casually in his lap. He wore a three-piece suit, silvery grey in colour, with the jacket open to reveal the waistcoat and a striped red and… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“Victor ignored him and reached inside the dead man’s jacket, searching unsuccessfully for a wallet. He went to take the man’s radio receiver, but… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“Victor’s eyes narrowed. ‘Who are you working for?’ The man’s head slumped. Tears streamed down his cheeks. ‘Please…’ ‘Who are you working for?’ He… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“To kill required little more than the ability to point and shoot. Almost anyone could do it. To escape required the successful diversion of… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“In a life threatening situation, whether terrorism or a rockslide, what kills most people is slowness to react. Regular lives are so safe, so event-less that there is a lack of comprehension when faced with death. It's not necessarily shock. IT's disbelief. It's dismissal. Civilians say to themselves, I've got this wrong, this isn't what I think. But it is,… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“In the corridor the dying man had at last ceased his thrashing. Blood no longer spurted from his neck but simply oozed out onto the drenched carpet. Victor couldn’t help but admire the pattern of red on the wall above the corpse. The criss-crossed lines had a certain aesthetic quality that reminded him of a Jackson Pollock. Victor examined his… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“I fought for a cause. And yes, I looted and I gained glory, but I went into that battle to protect my people. Have you ever done such a thing?’ ‘No,’ Victor said, with as even a voice as he could muster. ‘Then you do not know the clarity of righteous combat. You cannot comprehend the strength you gain from… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“I like that quote, but Napoleon was a fool, drunk on his own perceived invincibility. He could have ruled the world had he but… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“The whole basement was empty. Victor drew his handgun — an FN Five-seven — because he knew he’d walked straight into a trap. A… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“With his left hand Victor pulled the Beretta from the back of his waistband and pointed both guns at the doorway, one in each hand. Not so good for aiming accurately but he needed the extra stopping power if he was going to drop the gunman before he could open fire. He was a big guy and neither subsonic 5.7… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“, ‘who got out before you did, offers you a different kind of private-sector job. Kind of like what you used to do for Uncle Sam, only it paid better than even babysitting reporters. Given its nature, you were hesitant, maybe even said no to start with, but your friend convinced you this was a bad guy so you would… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“Alan Beaumont stepped through the automatic door of his office building and down the broad steps to the pavement. The sky above DC was… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“k are you writing?’ ‘It’s a fictionalised account of the death of Archduke Ferdinand.’ ‘A historical novel then. How interesting. You understand a lot… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
