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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Strange rhythms

      I forced myself to look unmoved down his barrel, with my bowels doing the polka — by God he was fast with a barker...


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.218, Harper Collins, 1995.


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