I am more one for the story, I think, than the action.
He prefers his adventures second hand.
He finds himself bored by the shenanigans of highly spirited young men. Their concerns reside somewhere between balder and dash.
Know that the same spark of life that is within you, is within all of our animal friends, the desire to live is the same within all of us...
He cannot think. He can scarcely breathe. But he has no desire to either, he simply wants to keep kissing her.
Muscat is like a mind-altering drug. A stroll in its streets is like getting drunk for the first time
Kissing her is like drinking salted water, he thinks. His thirst only increases.
His heart is pounding and when he kisses her it is as if the whole of Riyadh disappears – the wide sky, the hard surface of the roof, the date palms and the water wells.
The friendship between officers is tarnished by the need for one or another to be promoted. The kindness of a captain is predicated on the obedience and efficiency of his underlings.
When a chap is passionate, the readership can sense it.
