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“She was born under the sign of Gemini. And that stands for the good and evil twin. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde both hiding and residing inside her heart. Her good twin was not bad at all. But her evil twin was even better, and showed up to be way too fatal!”

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Book:Mysterious Murder of Marilyn Monroe
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“My family, the Alderidge family, is one of the major four syndicates that specializes professionally in what some might call “criminal activity.” We never leave enough evidence to get caught, and we never fail a mission. If you are born in the family, you work for the family, and you never go against the family. With members all over the world, we have our hand in everything from elections and assassinations to bank robberies and jewelry heists. That is how it has been for hundreds of years. I, however, am praying I get stationed in Paris with my Aunt Magdalena who makes personnel files on everyone from presidents in Polynesia to your average pancake flipper in Memphis. You never know who you might need to blackmail, bribe, or break to complete a mission. You may fear Big Brother spying on you, but the person you should truly fear getting your personal information is my Aunt Magdalena.”

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Book:Rule 25: Don't Fall For The Target
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“Their conversation ceased abruptly with the entry of an oddly-shaped man whose body resembled a certain vegetable. He was a thickset fellow with calloused and jaundiced skin and a patch of brown hair, a frizzy upheaval. We will call him Bell Pepper. Bell Pepper sidled up beside The Drippy Man and looked at the grilled cheese in his hand. The Drippy Man, a bit uncomfortable at the heaviness of the gaze, politely apologized and asked Bell Pepper if he would like one. “Why is one of your legs fatter than the other?” asked Bell Pepper. The Drippy Man realized Bell Pepper was not looking at his sandwich but towards the inconsistency of his leg sizes. “You always get your kicks pointing out defects?” retorted The Drippy Man. “Just curious. Never seen anything like it before.” “I was raised not to feel shame and hide my legs in baggy pants.” “So you flaunt your deformity by wearing short shorts?” “Like you flaunt your pockmarks by not wearing a mask?” Bell Pepper backed away, kicking wide the screen door, making an exit to a porch over hanging a dune of sand that curved into a jagged upward jab of rock. “He is quite sensitive,” commented The Dry Advisor. “Who is he?” “A fellow who once manipulated the money in your wallet but now curses the fellow who does.”

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Book:Turban Tan
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“Jake’s shirt and jeans gave off a business vibe with the hint of a wide range of corporate occupations from sales to IT. Only politicians and real estate agents wore a suit and tie these days. Dressed to push an agenda. A man wearing a two-piece suit and tie would be remembered and many people became guarded, sus of the wearer’s intention. Guarded meant memorable. Blend into the environment; do not stick out.”

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Book:Dead Mercenary's Trail
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“An overhead light blinked and extinguished. Armitage drew the pistol with his right hand. He swung and aimed, checking there were no innocent people obstructing the way. None. Fired a single shot. It sailed over a plant and table setting. The round hit an inch from the watcher's heart. On impact the brown-haired assailant tipped. Jake ducked. A table toppled. The watcher groaned as the force of the momentum pushed him toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. A second table collapsed, plates thrown asunder. Jake stepped forward, arm stretched and gun straight. A waitress hugged herself, crying. Two more male patrons hit the floor and crawled between chairs.”

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Book:The Russian Ink
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“La visión fue tan confusa y poderosa a la vez que se sintió mal y se vio obligado a detenerse, cruzar los brazos sobre el volante y reposar allí la cabeza, cerrar los ojos y repetirse en silencio que desde el inicio de esta aventura había jurado ser totalmente disponible, asumir todas las situaciones, dejarse llevar por cualquier sugestión, estar abierto a todas las alternativas y, esto era lo más difícil, mantener su inteligencia afilada siempre, afinando los accidentes azarosos o voluntarios que los demás crearían en su camino, percibiéndolos pero jamás impidiéndolos o rehusándolos”

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Book:The Hydra Head
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“Without boring you with the specifics, I will tell you that it is an experimental ‘truth-serum’ formula, many times more powerful than sodium pentothal or SP-17; with properties in common with LSD, which is enjoyed recreationally by many in your country’s ‘counter-culture’. I’m afraid this formula will be decidedly unpleasant. SP-17 had the unfortunate side-effect of leaving the subject somewhat sane afterward. This, which we call ‘Veritas X’, will most likely lead to permanent madness…”

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Book:The Edge of Reality
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“Jeff’s’ father, Ethan Fortner, World War Two and Korean War hero, and one of the original agents of ‘Wild Bill’ Donovan’s post-war Central Intelligence Agency, sat in the chair before him. He had a tumbler of single-malt Scotch in his hand, and a Cuban cigar in the other. It was 1958, and his father was chastising him, again. Ethan Fortner was a patriot, and a legend in the intelligence community; but he was also a high functioning alcoholic and a bitter widower, ever since the day of Jeff’s birth.”

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Book:The Edge of Reality
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“Jeff cautiously peeked above-deck. The Captain was headed towards the pilot-house, still holding his shotgun at the ready. As soon as he turned his back to enter the pilot-house, Fortner dashed across the deck after him. He burst through the doorway and fired into the radio just as the Captain had flipped the ‘transmit’ switch. The Captain swung about the shotgun barrel, knocking the Luger from Jeff’s hand. Jeff grabbed the barrel and the two of them began struggling over possession of the weapon. They collided with every surface in the cramped room.”

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Book:The Edge of Reality
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“He set down the coffee and placed another log for splitting. Another biting cold wind blew through the trees, and he pulled his red stocking cap down more over his ears, and pulled up the collar of his wool-lined denim jacket. He had neglected to shave for a few weeks now, and was sporting a beard; and his light brown hair was even beginning to grow over his collar. If my old drill instructor from Parris Island could see me now, he’d kick my ass across the barracks, Jeff mused.”

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Book:Solitary Man
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“Major Li Saiophong was the man who had held Jeff in captivity for over two months. He had subjected Fortner to a daily regimen of starvation, brutality and torture. He had never broken Lt. Fortner, USMC; though he had come close. Jeff had been rescued by his MACV-SOG team in September 1966. After their evac, the camp was napalmed, and Saiophong was thought to have perished in the conflagration. Knowing he still lived sent a chill up Fortner’s spine. His back still bore the scars of the ritualistic bamboo caning.”

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Book:Solitary Man
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“Jeff was a bit surprised. Peter, named for the character in the Russian children’s story ‘Peter and the Wolf’, was Fortner’s most reliable Human Intelligence (HUMINT) asset in the Soviet Union. Fortner had recruited him on one of his early forays behind the iron curtain. He had helped to fake the deaths of Peter’s wife and children and then smuggled them to freedom.”

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Book:White Room: A Cold War Thriller
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“The large helicopter circled the site of the borehole before landing. In his briefing he had learned that this place was a scientific drilling project that had begun in May of 1970, using the Uralmash-4E drilling rig, in an attempt to drill as deep as possible into the Earth’s crust. Apparently after losing the race upwards to the moon, the Soviets were now trying for the consolation prize of downwards to the Earth’s core.”

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Book:White Room: A Cold War Thriller
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“I also send you on this mission,' said Arken. 'In the hope that if he is, in fact, responsible for all this. That you'll keep your head and not let it get personal.' 'You can trust me,' said Anargrin. 'I trust no one, and I suspect everything,' said Arken. 'I thought you trusted me, Arken.' 'No,' said Arken as he swivelled in his seat and swirled his glass. 'I just mistrust you the least.”

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Book:The Angaran Chronicles: The Underside
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“She adjusted her body weight and caught his eyes, her gaze shiny and with a tinge of sadness. “My grandmother told me once that the world is filled with ghosts. The longer we live the more ghosts will haunt us.” She paused glancing at her palms. “But they’re here to remind us we are alive. That our hearts beat, blood runs through our veins, we breath air into our lungs.”

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Book:The Russian Ink
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“The Audi tires squealed as the vehicle tracked the same path. Jake hammered down the avenue, hunting for a getaway. Traffic thickened at the juncture ahead. A green light flickered into amber. He ramped up over the limit, punching over the white lines on a red signal. Tires screeched and a horn beeped. The needle sat on one hundred kilometers per hour. He fishtailed at a laneway. The GPS showed a right angle, car slid into a slot in an overhang. Jake got out and crept toward the opening, hugged the brick wall. He pulled the SIG and flicked off the safety. The Audi braked at the mouth. Door slammed. A shadow fell over the concrete. The swish of clothing indicated a possible weapon draw.”

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Author:Simon W. Clark
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“Well, the truth is I’m in a bit of trouble. After that business on the bridge, I was going to be court martialled. I thought it was so bloody unfair… Well the thing is, I’ve escaped in order to clear my name.’ Oleg roared with laughter and crushed Edward’s ribs with a bear hug. ‘You! Bloody outlaw! Robin bloody Hood! How much price on your head? Maybe I claim bounty, eh?’ Shit, Oleg wasn’t taking this at all seriously. He should never have asked… ‘Of course, I help! Leave to me. One condition, you grow big beard, like oligarch… I have idea. Keep head very down. Will find you in two days. Then we hide you very deep.”

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Book:Maskirovka
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“Maskirovka, a pulse-pounding thriller by debut author Willi Pochinov plunges disgraced officer Edward van der Velde into a web of Russian deception, coups, and disinformation from Suffolk to the Black Sea, where truth is the ultimate casualty. In an era where truth is a battlefield and deception reigns, Willi Pochinov’s debut novel, Maskirovka, emerges as a gripping political thriller that captures the zeitgeist of our disinformation age. But Maskirovka is more than a thriller — it’s a meditation on trust in an age where reality itself is weaponized. As Edward grapples with his dual identities and the machinations of those around him, readers are left questioning: when nothing is as it seems, who can you believe? For fans of espionage and political drama, this fiercely contemporary novel is a must-read, proving that even in his ninth decade, Pochinov is a formidable new voice in the genre.”

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Author:Table Reads Magazine
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