Writing about magic is harder than writing about spies because you're dealing with something that doesn't really exist.

Strange though it is,Sarov still cares about you. He told me to leave you alone. But I think, this time, I must disobey the general. You are mine! And I intend to make you suffer..." "Just talking to you makes me suffer," Alex said.

Death is the same for the one who dies.

You're my closest friend and you're thousands of miles away.

The CIA agent looked more dead than alive. Alex wondered if he had been hit, but there was no sign of any blood. Perhaps he was in shock.

He had tattooed all of the names of the men he had killed on his body...unfortunately he had run out of room.

We live in a world with so many dangers that we have to be careful whom we trust.