Seignac La Libellule

Seignac La LibelluleErnst Standing GuardErnst The Pasha's Favourite TigerErnst After Prayer
Currently not in a mood to teach the deconstructionist theory of literature, but in a mood to deconstruct anything in his way, with a wolfish fury howling in his skull, Corky needed to gouge eyes, to chew at the face below him, to tear with teeth, to claw and rip.Cracking his jaws for the first bite, he realized that Truman had [587] been stunned when he rapped his head on the pavement, that his resistance was not as strong as expected. In his savage and drive the wicked splinters into the brain, bringing instant death, and so he did this, and cried with delight as Truman’s blood answered the blow with a bright spray.He rolled off the useless cop, rose, turned toward the Buick, and went looking for the boy. Corky leaned down at the driver’s door to peer inside, but Fric had apparently gotten out through the sprung door on the passenger’s side.The semiparalytic inhalant would not yet have worn off entirely. The brat couldn’t have crawled far.Straightening up from the driver’s door, Corky saw a handgun on the roof of the Buick, in front of his eyes.frenzy, Corky dimly realized, too, that if he succumbed to the animalistic urge to finish this by tooth and nail, something would snap in him, some last organizing restraint, and he would be found hours hence, still bent to the savaged body of his victim, his snout and jowls in the fleshy ruins, searching for grisly morsels as a pig for truffles.As Robin Goodfellow, who had not actually received training to be a lethal weapon but who had read his share of spy novels, he knew that a sharp blow with the heel of his hand to an enemy’s nose would shatter nasal bones