Quotes About Flinches

I gather from the pattern of her flinches that the late unlamented Tien Vorsoisson was one of those subtle feral parasites who leave their mates scratching their heads and asking, Am I crazy? Am I crazy?

Is your boss in? Because I think we'd better speak to him. Well, I say. That's going to be hard. Why, for heaven's sake? Brian wants to know. Because he got shot in the head yesterday, I reply. Brian flinches. But Mr. Rosetti just nods. It happens, he says, with a shrug.

The world vanished inside a shrieking, whirling ochre haze. Stones and gravel pelted them, drawing flinches from the stallion and grunts of pain from Kalam.