Preservation
Mitchell panned the rifle across the landscape until the lion was in its crosshair, aglow with the green tone of night vision.
Mitchell panned the rifle across the landscape until the lion was in its crosshair, aglow with the green tone of night vision.
The deck of tarot cards tumbled from her hands and exploded as they hit the table.
If she hadn’t thrown stones at Jacob she would have been next, and she did not want to die.