“Slim shards of glinting metal protruded from his scorched face and eyes. His hair was on fire. The gun clicked empty, and for a moment the man’s groans subsided and his breaths came quick and sharp. He blindly looked around… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“The gunman shifted his aim, following Victor’s path as he leaped into the adjacent bathroom, bullets blowing a line of neat holes out of the wall behind him. Ejected brass cases clinked together on the carpet around the assassin’s feet.… — 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… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“In the corridor the dying man had at last ceased his thrashing. Blood no longer spurted from his neck but simply oozed out onto… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“I fought for a cause. And yes, I looted and I gained glory, but I went into that battle to protect my people. Have… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“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… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“, ‘who got out before you did, offers you a different kind of private-sector job. Kind of like what you used to do for… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“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
“What are you?’ Rados asked. ‘You don’t strike me as the bone-breaker type.’ ‘I think of myself as a counsellor.’ ‘And what is it… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“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… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“Victor’s shadow fell over her and she looked up. She was surprisingly attractive, twenty-eight or — nine, pain in her delicate features, terror in… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
