“A bead of sweat began to form on Crowley’s forehead, and trickled down into one eye. He flicked it away. Then, with care” — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“She was crazy but he needed her. Oh I am in so much trouble he thought, and stared blindly up at the ceiling as the droplets of sweat began to gather on his forehead again.” — Stephen King Copy Share Image
