“A figure moved, painfully flexing stiff, aching shoulder blades, and looked back towards the control tower. There was a different atmosphere about the place and the men and women who waited there. On the breeze could be heard voices, the… — Joy Ellis Copy Share Image
“As the figure moved before him he followed the muscles as they wove beneath the skin. he was not only fighting with an assailant who was awaiting for that split second in which to strike him dead, but he was… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
