![]() ![]() It consisted of nearly three tons of steel stamped into a massively mawed, high-tailed beast, lined with enough chrome to build a Terminator and still have parts left over - most of it in long, sharp strips that peeled off on impact and became lethal scythes to flay away pedestrian flesh. The 1957 Cadillac Eldorado Brougham was the perfect show-off of death machines. Too, just one page before that, there’s the single best car description I’ve ever read: Now though, even if I can’t or at least haven’t yet got one of my characters to stress that right, at least I know there’s hope. Italics don’t work, and hyphens just mess things all up, and if you make your character’s diction too twangy then you’ve got all other kinds of stuff to deal with. I’d about given up ever getting it rendered right in prose, though. Which, I mean, simply just is the way people who know how to say that say it. “Oh, goddamn,” said Minty Fresh ( damn on the downbeat, with pain and sustain). ![]() Like this, from A DIRTY JOB, which I just finished ten minutes ago: Too, though, I’ve yet to read a CMoore book that hasn’t made me smile, and then impressed me too, somehow. ![]() ![]() These are what originally got me peeling his books up from the shelves back whenever ago. Well, I mean, yeah, because he’s got titles like THE LUST LIZARD OF MELANCHOLY COVE and PRACTICAL DEMONKEEPING. ![]()
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