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1 " Vic gave herself a mental pat on the back. She believed in preventive maintenance and maintained her equipment regularly. Without routine lubrication, the knife could have been much more difficult to open. She kept all her blades keen enough for a man to shave or to split a hair. If she didn’t, the cut would have taken much longer if it worked at all. Take care of your gear ‘cause you never know! "
― , Vic: Bloody Reprisal (The Incredible Adventures of Vic Challenger Book 7)
2 " The cold was harsh and even painful. Yet it screamed that she was alive and it was a circumstance she must deal with to move ahead. A thousand generations earlier, she developed the attitude that one should never complain about being alive. "
― , Vic: Event
3 " He thought it was great and would make a terrific story - Adventure Writer Embroiled in Real Adventure! As she recalled all the bruises, cuts and bullet wounds on her previous travels, Vic wondered what he considered a real adventure. "
4 " Vic was in a pink dress with matching pink cloche and her gray and white lace-up Oxfords. Over the dress, she wore her white knit sweater. She smiled and pulled out the Bowie. “Armed and dangerous. "
5 " You did well, Lin. Things don’t always go how we want. All we can do is our best. Do what needs done as fast and as well as you can. The nearest we can have to a comforting thought is to know things would be even worse if you didn’t give your best. "
6 " As the hunters faded into the darkness, Curtis called out, “I want her alive, remember! I will kill her after I humiliate her. If a man kills her, I will kill that man. Remember, Challenger will see you first. She will hear you first, and she will smell you! "
7 " It was instant and automatic. The hair stood on Vic’s neck, she got goose skin, and her clear amber eyes morphed to lustrous black! Vic didn’t slow. As she raised her rifle, she let out a cry more pitiless and unnerving than the attack bawls of any wild animal. The primitive war cry of the ancient tribe of Onu echoed through the forest and frightened birds to flight. It even forced the momentary halt of the stone creatures! "
8 " Never before did it happen twice even within a month, but now, within minutes, Vic’s alter-ego took the helm. Again the Siberian forest echoed the death promise that was the war cry of the primitive tribe of Onu! The murderous blood lust that was part and parcel of primal man rang clear as Vic projected the banshee-like howl of her ancient people. She raised the ax above her head, and charged for the coming creatures! "
9 " Vic held conviction that you should never overlook anything which might increase survival odds by even a single percent. That one percent might be the edge needed to stay alive. "
10 " The hair stood on her neck, and she got goose skin. "
11 " The prospect of a revenge-driven, malevolent, vicious creature stalking her didn't phase Vic. In her earlier life, the cave girl Nat-ul was a staple to an assortment of ferocious beasts. Being on the menu but staying off the plate was the way you lived life in those days. "
12 " Vic had no doubt that at times we have no control over which way a day will go. Still, it did not shake her faith in the belief that most of the time we have a choice. Vic gave thanks for that choice several times that day as she rolled on the floor like a three-year-old and played with Luisa. "
13 " She knew she must stop defending and attack. In a blink, her amber eyes were black. From the deepest recesses of Vic's lungs rose a thundering cry which boomed throughout the estate! Sleeping birds unruffled by earlier sounds now flurried into the sky, terror-stricken! The men racing for Vic stopped a moment to look around through fright-filled eyes and question what it was! "
14 " What extraordinary luck, Vic said to herself. Her primitive instinct for danger sensed the situation was something other than good luck. The hair stood on her neck, and she got gooseflesh. Vic smiled, and thought, Yeah, that’s what I figured. "
15 " O told DM, “Vic is human, a normal woman. What sets her apart is how she thinks. From conversations, it seems something she was somehow born with. It boils down to the utter embodiment of two ideas.” O looked over to the new men. “Listen up! Life is precious, don’t let go easy, and never, never give up. "
16 " DM said, “This would hurt most people. You seem to have such a high pain tolerance, you probably won’t feel it.” He grabbed the end of Vic’s nose and pulled. Then he manipulated the cartilage until it lined up. “Take the end of your nose and keep pulling to keep things aligned.” Then DM applied the strips of tape across Vic’s nose. He added the lower strip first and overlapped the strips upward. When he finished, Vic looked at him rather sternly. “You lied. It hurt like the dickens! "
17 " Vic rode in the bed of the pickup. She wanted to lay down. Several empty feed bags were in the bed, and Vic laid on some and covered with others. For one minute it reminded her of a time she fell asleep in the barn when she should have been feeding the pigs. Vic smiled at that fun memory then was out cold. It was beginning to mist, but Vic didn't notice that, nor the cold wind, nor the bumpy road. "
18 " The most help Vic could give would be a prayer. "
19 " When Vic was growing up, her parents gave her and brother Barney a lot of rope. From an early age, their parents treated them as adults in many respects. Guidelines for life were few. Don’t hurt anyone or put anyone in danger, including yourselves. Don’t lie or steal and respect your elders. Do what you’re told, and if you aren't told what to do, do what needs done. "
― , Vic: Mystery & Magic (The Incredible Adventures of Vic Challenger Book 8)
20 " As they worked, the conversation never lagged. It never touched on spirits or Sasquatches. They talked about food and the weather and things each did recently. Somewhere inside the discussion, Lin realized they were talking like the letters and diaries. They talked about life. They discussed daily stuff that might matter to no one later, but it defined their feelings of that day. It also hinted at their hopes and what was important to them. "