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1 " Last year, I changed from an allround good, thoughtful bloke to one with a tad more drive. This year, during phase B of the changes, I’ve come out of my off-season cocoon as a dead-set aggressive wanker. Both stages of this metamorphosis can be attributed to the provocateur Ms Leigh. God help us if I ever get to phase C. It’s bound to be tragic. I’ve never felt this lethal in my life. Jerome Kremers, book 2, TEAM PURSUIT "
― Sally Carbon , Team Pursuit
2 " We live together in the amphitheatre of high-performing sport. We love. We hate. We contest. We cuddle. But this here is street-level. We’re just two blokes jostling for power. I didn’t think I wanted the rank. I’ve been his beloved underling for eight years. He’s shared everything with me: his captaincy, his family life, and even, fuck, his wife. But in the last 20 minutes, I’ve taken over from him without consultation, almost without a thought. I just took the lightsabre out of his hand. I may as well have taken his number-five jumper and burned it on the cross, too. Jerome Kremers, book 2, TEAM PURSUIT "
3 " As she screams her words, she slaps me like the worldchampion surf lifesaver she is, with full hip rotation and follow-through. Magnificent core strength. Textbook technique. Open hand to cheekbone, cheek, and jaw. Nope, she couldn’t have hit me better. Ten out of ten, say the judges. The crowd cheers. Deuce, no make that game to Chelsea. The nose—that’s where I feel it. It’s just like at the beach when a dumping wave strikes with the power of Aquaman, causing salt water to dance, prance, and gurgle in and out of the nostrils. I feel the pressure of that slap like that wave is holding me down for seconds and seconds. I see this weird combination of circling stars. Under pressure such as this, my core values are wobbling. I could whack her right across the chops. I’m livid. That’s how I feel. In my eyes, she’s a piece of shit right at this point. A fake. A liar. A fucking pretender. I always knew she was hiding something. She was always too damn good to be true. That’s why she does so much for the community: because she’s rotten to the core. No. I fucking love her way more than I can cope with. Jerome Kremers, book 2, TEAM PURSUIT. "
4 " Right then, that very second, with her face breaking with excitement, her eyes almost shut with cheekiness, her magnificent pink lips only centimetres away and her body rocking with bliss from her right leg to her left, I take half a step forward, hold two cups high above her head, invade her space, push her to the wall with my chest and kiss her as genuinely as Crocodile Dundee took on New York. And that was some serious genuine. How can we be mates and kiss like this? Jerome Kremers, book 1, TEAM MATES "
― Sally Carbon , Team Mates
5 " Yes, I am holding this powerful lady to my more powerful body. We're glued at our feet, thighs, abs and chest. My large shoulders are acting in full protection mode. I'm still sporting a rock-hard boner, which is sandwiched and slammed upright between us. That appears insignificant to her, luckily. Well, we respect that our bodies kick in suitably when needed. Welcome to the world of athletics. Jerome Kremers, book 1, TEAM MATES "
