Showing posts with label nemesis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nemesis. Show all posts

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Scotch nemesis



There was one quiet Lancer, though, a black-whiskered Scotch nemesis who said never a word, and played the bull fiddle for his recreation. He caught my eye then, and again fifteen years later when he led the march to Peking, the most terrible killing gentleman you every saw: Hope Grant.


Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.274, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.


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Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Gordana Khan






…this incredible tartan Nemesis with his Khyber knife and Yankee twang, eyeing me bleakly as I punished his malt?


Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.105, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.



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Tuesday, 20 January 2009

Nemesis in full cry



I should have known better, of course. Whenever I’m feeling up to the mark and congratulating myself, some fearful fate trips me headlong, and I find myself haring for cover with my guts churning and Nemesis in full cry after me.



Flash For Freedom!, p.110, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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