Сидни Шелдон

resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

She trawled her memory banks for an appropriate word. Forthright … pithy …

had a swastika tattooed on his forehead, so obvious were his prejudices.

He could see the shadows of the giant birds all around him, moving in for the kill

his eyelids were stuck together.

temple and squeezed the trigger.

be okay, my darling. Have faith, Gracie. It will all be okay.’ Walking into court this morning, arm in arm with her attorney, Grace Brookstein had felt the crowd’s hatred, hundreds of pairs of eyes burning a hole in her back. She had heard the catcalls. Bitch. Liar. Thief.  But she held on to her inner peace, to Lenny’s voice inside her head. It will all be okay. Have faith.