Home > Work > Vic: Bloody Reprisal (The Incredible Adventures of Vic Challenger Book 7)
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 " 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. "
3 " 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. "
4 " 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! "
5 " 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. "
6 " 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. "
7 " 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! "
8 " 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. "
9 " 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. "
10 " 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! "
11 " 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. "
12 " The most help Vic could give would be a prayer. "