Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Opening paragraphs........................

     The wind did not wake him.  It was the dream.  He heard the buffeting wind before he opened his eyes, but the dream was what woke him on the dark early morning.  A cat was his witness.  Hunkered at the end of the bead, ears down, a low growl in its chest, a ragged black cat was staring at him when Elvis Cole opened his eyes.  Its warrior face was angry, and, in that moment, Cole knew they had shared the nightmare.

-Robert Crais,  The Sentry

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