“They looked at each other across the little plastic table, half of their faces faintly illuminated by the light behind the bar. They didn’t touch; they didn’t speak. Dominika could feel the electrons jumping the gap between them, could feel… — Jason Matthews Copy Share Image
“I do not lose documents,” she said. “And do not lecture me, Mr. Neyt, on techniques. Your agency’s professionalism is no better than ours.” — Jason Matthews Copy Share Image
“She was tired of being used like a pump handle by all of them, the vlasti, the inheritors of the former Soviet Union, General… — Jason Matthews Copy Share Image
“synesthete. Someone who perceives sounds, or letters, or numbers as colors.” — Jason Matthews Copy Share Image
“An instant flashing thought: What would Bratok, big brother Gable, one of her CIA handlers, think about this temper of hers? Then, electrically, a… — Jason Matthews Copy Share Image
“Dvorets v Izmene,” said Dominika under her breath. Benford looked over at Nate, one eyebrow raised. “Palace of Treason,” Nate said. “Works for me,”… — Jason Matthews Copy Share Image
“Why didn’t you tell me I was in love with you?” said Nate. Dominika started laughing.” — Jason Matthews Copy Share Image
“SOPHIE’S VINAIGRETTE Combine puréed garlic, dill weed, dried oregano, dried pepper flakes, Dijon mustard, sugar, salt, pepper, and grated Parmesan cheese with one part… — Jason Matthews Copy Share Image
“He spoke to old friends in other departments, and listened to the "porcelain gossip" in the senior-officer toilets.” — Jason Matthews Copy Share Image
“They want a former Sparrow to run this pussy snare. Very well, boys, she thought, mind your fingers.” — Jason Matthews Copy Share Image
“Hannah looked down at her feet, then up into Dominika’s eyes. “It was great to meet you,” she said. “You’re an amazing person, doing… — Jason Matthews Copy Share Image
“It was time to trigger recontact with CIA—and Nate. The prospect of seeing Nate again swelled in Dominika’s chest until she could hardly breathe. She didn’t know if he would be different toward her, didn’t know how it would be between them. Her Russian pride and cross-grainedness would not let her again be the first one to make a move.… — Jason Matthews Copy Share
