“When they reached their ship, Ed gazed out at the bay. It was black. The sky was black, but the bay was even blacker. It was a slick, oily blackness that glowed and reflected the moonlight like a black jewel.… — Clark Zlotchew Copy Share
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“The men were smashing windows and aiming their weapons through them. The driver had opened the door and was shouting for the women and children to get out and run and hide. But Ilina realized in some vague way that he never managed to actually say the word "hide." He really said, "Women and children, get out, get out, get… — Clark Zlotchew Copy Share
“When they reached their ship, Ed gazed out at the bay. It was black. The sky was black, but the bay was even blacker. It was a slick, oily blackness that glowed and reflected the moonlight like a black jewel. Ed saw the tiny specks of light around the edges of the bay where he knew ships must be docked,… — Clark Zlotchew Copy Share
“The boxers were banging away at each other. Go on, go on, go on, keep punching, Antonio, keep punching. I'm blasting away at the Cuban guy. He can't hurt me. I'm made of iron. His fists feel like friendly pats when he manages to land a punch, which he doesn't do too often, 'cause I'm fast on my feet, and… — Clark Zlotchew Copy Share
“In her white-gloved hand she brandished a long ball-topped staff which she pumped up and down in time with the martial strains. Her white blouse was surmounted by a crimson bolero jacket. She strutted and pranced like an Arabian mare on display, her gleaming knees, responding to the drum beat, shooting to a level equal with her chin, her tassled… — Clark Zlotchew Copy Share
“The piercing fanfare of the brass against the brutal boom and rattle of the drums surged through the air. At the head of the… — Clark Zlotchew Copy Share Image
“Currents of cigarette fumes wafted through what passed for air. Attractive young women in bright-hued gowns glided through the streams of smoke, like tropical… — Clark Zlotchew Copy Share Image
“The door suddenly opened. A leggy young brunette took two steps into the office and stopped short. Her brown eyes widened, she hastily excused… — Clark Zlotchew Copy Share Image
“Fiction has been maligned for centuries as being "false," "untrue," yet good fiction provides more truth about the world, about life, and even about… — Clark Zlotchew Copy Share Image
