“As she’d left, I’d glanced at her gun. This time, when she’d pointed it at me, she’d flicked the safety on. If that wasn’t true love, I don’t know what was.” — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
“All right.” He glanced at my gun. “You tapped?” Meaning: Was my Glock threaded for a silencer? I rarely had reason even to draw my weapon, let alone make sure it fired in a whisper. “No.” He handed me his.… — Jeffery Deaver Copy Share Image
