One . . . the first cool, measuring glance at the target, the moment the soul falls silent and the eye takes over.
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He was the stupid bitch, to come at me like this. To assume a real sniper would ever, ever enter a duel unarmed.
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The forest is like a temple, I remembered Vartanov saying. Be respectful, and the woods will reward you.
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“Go home, keep fighting, and tell your friends that America is coming.”
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I think I have come to know something about snipers by now. An eye like a diamond, yes. But a heart”
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“I’ll miss all of you, even Mr. Krasavchenko and his rather endless anecdotes of his Komsomol days . . . but of everyone, dear Lyudmila, you’re the one I wish I could keep.”
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Surgeons see bone and muscle, not hair color and posture.
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no one should waste time if there’s a chance to be happy.”
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There was range expertise and there was real expertise, the cold kind practiced until it was part of the blood. He’d seen a flash of it when she first handled her rifle—and then she’d taken position on the firing line, and he’d seen Lady Death unhood her eyes
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“ ‘Look at that cute Russian girl eyeing me over there.’ His friend says, ‘Why not go say hello?’ His friend replies, ‘Because she’s eyeing me with her scope.’ ”