The writing in Mission to Paris, sentence after sentence, page after page, is dazzling. If you are a John le Carr fan, this is definitely a novel for you.
James PattersonI remembered something my first partner had told me. Never wrestle with a pig, Lindsay. You both get dirty. The pig likes it.
James PattersonFang," I said, my voice breaking. "Just live, okay? Live and be okay." With no warning, I leaned down and kissed his mouth, just like that. "Ow," he said, touching his split lip, then he and I stared at each other in shock.
James Patterson"Yeah sure, why not?" i said, making a mental note to get a good look at his wings. For all I knew, they were remote-controlled and duct taped to his back.
James PattersonI flipped down the visor so I could check myself in the mirror, and something small and heavy dropped into my lap. I froze, my breath stuck in my throat. Whatโ? Gingerly, I looked down. It wasnโt a grenade. It was a key ring. One key was for this van. I looked at it blankly. โWell, thatโll simplify things,โ Fang said.
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