“Visions of a pitched battle in the docks flashed through my mind. Innocent bystanders torn apart by gunfire and explosions. Children wailing and parents, wild eyed and stunned, stumbling round in search of their lost ones, turning over twisted bodies… — G.R. Matthews Copy Share Image
“The kiss of my soft soles on the stone, the thud of my heart in my chest and rush of blood in my ears… — G.R. Matthews Copy Share Image
“Life is a fragile thing. You hold it in your hand for but a moment. Each heartbeat is a victory over death’s questing fingers… — G.R. Matthews Copy Share Image
“Visions of a pitched battle in the docks flashed through my mind. Innocent bystanders torn apart by gunfire and explosions. Children wailing and parents,… — G.R. Matthews Copy Share Image
“Getting lost in the ocean was a sure way to get yourself killed. Back in the academy, they’d spent weeks teaching us the formulae,… — G.R. Matthews Copy Share Image
