Mr Darwin's Shooter (2009)
“As Covington slipped between hosts of shadows he was grabbed by strangers whose fingers traced the lumpy ridge of his nose and whose thumbs dented the dimple of his chin in wondrous regard. Once, easy friendship would have grown from such prods. But Covington had no patience that evening. None either for the pleasures advertised dog-cheap at the door of every cunney-warren, where maids stood ‘in cuerpo’ as was said, with their gowns falling open. Any foreign sailor they enticed was called John, and so Covington was called John Corona, meaning Crown, for his big pleasant head.
He lowered his chin and passed into the night. The air was thick as smoke. Lightning lit the heavens. At the far back of the town (high above a wild forest, as he was to learn) he was sent cowering into a stone doorway by a great rainstorm. The drops were big as silver eggs, breaking with a splash. There was nowhere else to go. Covington heard rapid guitar sounds, and found that where he stood was entrance to a d...onkey stable.MoreLess
He lowered his chin and passed into the night. The air was thick as smoke. Lightning lit the heavens. At the far back of the town (high above a wild forest, as he was to learn) he was sent cowering into a stone doorway by a great rainstorm. The drops were big as silver eggs, breaking with a splash. There was nowhere else to go. Covington heard rapid guitar sounds, and found that where he stood was entrance to a d...onkey stable.MoreLess
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