Quotes from David Wingrove

now. She reaches out and touches the scar at my neck. It's almost healed, but it's still tender. 'It's the only one that shows.' 'What?' She smiles sadly. 'Look at you, Otto. You're a classic, you know that? Walking wounded. A bullet to the heart, endlessly repeated.' My mouth is suddenly dry. I go to speak, but she shakes her head, then turns and orders two more whiskies. Doubles.