One nice thing about editing a series I published 5 years ago ... the writing is all new and fresh to me.
Here's a nice passage from book 2
I wrapped the sling of the carbine around my left arm like I’d been instructed. But it was just for looks. I couldn’t shoot myself in the foot. That is, if that’s what I was trying to hit. It wasn’t just the weight of the rifle. Chloe claims I’m afraid of the noise when it goes boom. I’ll deny that to the day I die. I just suck at physical things. Sex excluded. My eyes are too spastic to align front and rear sights on a third point. Like asking a duck to dance Swan Lake, but much worse.
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