“Just as it would have slashed him open, Patrick Michel Alister Jack lowered his linstock to the keg of gunpowder that lay between them and set the barrel ablaze. The last sound he heard was deafening, and it ended with… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“For the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it.” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
