“Ivan took his tea gratefully but Philippe watched dispassionately as he took a long sip from it, as though he did not… — William Axtell Copy Share Image
“You don’t like me, do you?” she asked suddenly and pathetically, just like a small child. Sergei did not look at her… — William Axtell Copy Share Image
“You are dead, you know!” he screeched delightedly, “Come on Miss Wright! Die! Die! DIE!” — William Axtell Copy Share Image
