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“He grabbed me with both hands and began pushing me backward. I lost my balance. The ledge was at an angle, and it was…

— Axel Avian

“Cowboys, aliens, hit men, and now a canyon full of survivalists. Young stared down into the chasm and the flurry of movement their approach…

— J. Fally

“arms, ankles turning as I stepped in holes and stumbled on rocks. I had no room in my mind for any form of rational…

— Diana Gabaldon

“He pulled me toward him, and all I could do was stand there with arms at my sides and head against his chest. Broken,…

— Jodi LaPalm

“His eyes were still on me, but they no longer perceived. I stepped back, out of their sightless ambit, and paused to observe the…

— Barry Eisler

“He was standing on the little ledge of reality he had left, but it seemed to me that he wasn't getting high, just getting…

— Colum McCann

“And, don't you see, the terror of the position was not in being knocked on the head - though I had a very lively…

— Joseph Conrad

“He was the kind of guy who dragged you out of the lake, shoved you down on the ground, growling and groping you, telling…

— Madeline Sheehan

“But in the same token, I wondered how I was still standing. Why wasn’t I six feet under from the shock of what had…

— Katie Ashley

“No matter how fierce was the passion that gripped him, the fact is he was paralyzed, transfixed by the contemplation of his own past.…

— Natsume Sōseki

“His ascent was slow - the blow to the head must have disoriented him worse than he let on - so I went behind,…

— Jodi Meadows

“He felt crazy sometimes. Real depravity. Late at night an electric sizzle came into his blood, a tight pumped-up killing rage, and he couldn't…

— Tim O'Brien