“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, tips and tricks. The exams had been a special sort of hell that accounted for almost… — 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
