Monday, 2 April 2012

Slicing at my neck

      God, he was quick! One whip of his hand and his blade was slicing at my neck, and if I hadn't practised my favourite retire, which is to fall backwards, howling, my head would have been on the carpet.

Flashman and the Tiger, p.149, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.

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