“As he thought of it, a sharp pang of pain struck through him like a knife and made each delicate fibre of his nature quiver.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“He could easily slip and pull the trigger and accidently shoot me in the eye. A grating pain struck my shoulder blade from behind. I dropped to my knees in the thick mud, ankles and feet shaking. My confidence disappeared.… — Steven Keith Hunter Copy Share Image
