It was something he had been irritated to find he could generate in the Misery books almost at will but in his mainstream fiction erratically or not at all.
If she shot Goliath first, she might very well be able to put a slug in Davids face before he could get that oogy goddam coat unbuttoned and his gun out. The cross began to droop toward the ground as the trooper approached the window in which Paul sat, his gray invalids face framed by jags of broken glass.