He's Pulling The Load Of An Ox

Her Voice Was As Rough As Sandpaper. As Long As Blomkvist Lived, He Would Never Forget Her Face As She Went On The Attack. Her Teeth Were Bared Like A Beast Of Prey. Her Eyes Were Glittering, Black As Coal. She Moved With The Lightning Speed Of A Tarantula And Seemed Totally Focus On Her Prey As She Swung The Club Again, Striking Martin In The Ribs.

It Proved Once Again The Theory That No Security System Is A Match For A Stupid Employee.

We Need To Have A Talk On The Subject Of What's Yours And What's Mine.

I Don't Know If I Want A Steady Relationship, But I'm Terrified Of Losing You.

I've Read Crime Fiction All My Life. A Thing That's Bothered Me About Crime Fiction Is That It's Generally About One Or Two People, But There's Not Much About Society. I Want To Get Away From That Particular Pattern: A Lead, A Supporting Role And Backdrop Characters.