“Other than a light beading of sweat on his forehead there was little evidence that his labors had cost him anything at… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
You won," Four mutters. "Stop." I wipe the sweat from my forehead. He stares at me. His eyes are too wide; they… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“The sweating is awful. It’s not as bad as the not eating, but it’s weird—cold sweat, all over my forehead, having to… — Ned Vizzini Copy Share Image
