“Above his head at street level, he saw an angled aileron of a scarlet Porsche, its jaunty fin more or less at… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
“He grasped the knob. It was engraved with a wild rose wound around a revolver, one of those great old guns from… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“The four feet advanced and retreated, retreated and advanced, the male feet insisting towards the basement stairs, the female feet resisting, parrying.… — Byatt Copy Share Image
