Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
He was standing there, straight and superb, the blood on his face bright as a badge, and he was laughing.
It was a soft laugh, soft and gentle, not in amusement at Red Marlin or any single thing, but in the joy of being alive and released from long discipline and answering the urge in mind and body. The lithe power of him, so different from father's sheer strength, was singing in every fiber of him.