The gunslinger thought this man, prisoner or not, was probably better at the fine art of survival than any of the other men he had seen in the air-carriage. The others were fat things, for the most part, and even those who looked reasonably fit also looked open, unguarded, their faces those of spoiled and cosseted children, the faces of men who would fight - eventually - but who would whine almost endlessly before they did; you could let their guts out onto their shoes and their last expression would not be rage or agony but stupid surprise.
(from The Drawing of the Three, by Stephen King)
The complete review is here.
No comments:
Post a Comment