It was the eyes, the cold black eyes with layers of black wrinkles around them. Great eyes. Unforgettable eyes. His hair was white and thin on top with thickets around the ears, and the whiteness contrasted sharply with the rest of his face. When he spoke, the eyes narrowed and the black pupils glowed fiercely. Sinister eyes. Knowing eyes. ― John Grisham, The Firm You have only two choices, Mitch. Join us, or die. ― John Grisham, The Firm CBR17 Bingo: Borrow (Bingo from Arts to […]
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The Firm by John Grisham
