“I’m going to kill you,” she whispered. He sat up once more, wrapped her hair around his fist and growled. “Fuck me, instead.” — Tessa Bailey Copy Share Image
“Kruger paused. He glared at the crowd massed before him, he squared his shoulders and, shaking his dusty fist towards them, he growled, “This time, when I say war, it will be war to the bitter end.” — Martin Marais Copy Share Image
