Hollie Kamstra

“Everyone was in position by 9 p.m. Merlin and Bridges had taken the Charing Cross conveniences, Johnson Leicester Square and Price Piccadilly Circus. It was agreed that Robinson would move back and forth between the three locations and act as a go-between.”
― Mark Ellis, Death of an Officer

“At what point does faith become insanity?”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“He clamped his eyes shut and waited for the pang of something he could no longer name to subside; it plucked at steel threads holding him together and reverberated through his system.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“You are Popovic, right?’
Steve jumped to his feet and saluted. ‘Stefan Popovic, Flight Lieutenant RAF, sir.’
He was facing a man in the uniform of a colonel in the British Army. His first impression was that this was a man better suited to civilian dress than military uniform. He was in his middle years, with a round face, a high forehead and thick-rimmed glasses. They had not spoken before, but he knew who he was. Colonel Bailey had been dropped by parachute to the headquarters of General Draza Mihailovic on Christmas Day, as a representative of the British government. ‘But in spite of the name, you are not a Yugoslav, I’m told,’ the colonel continued.
‘No, sir. I’m an American. My grandparents emigrated to Alaska from Macedonia before the last war.”
― Holly Green