Цитаты из книги Iron to Iron

Hate made perfect training fuel, and he had a lot of training ahead. Iron called to iron, and there was always something more.

“I like you, Adele Wolfe. You’re not just my equal. You’re my match.”

The Iron Cross called to them both. Iron calls to iron, and Adele called to him.

“Kissing’s not a sport,” she told him. “It’s an art. It’s all in the spontaneity, going where the inspiration takes you.”

Hungry, hungry. They’d both been so hungry for something…. Turns out it was each other.

Rat race: running in circles—around, around—just for show. What use was being the prize rat if you were still just a rat?

Victor Luka Löwe—the greatest hope for the Third Reich’s Double Cross—was next. He felt it with each turn of the wheel. Next, next, next, through the dried carcass of wilderness, past the watchtowers and fort ruins of long-lost kingdoms.

He had everything, and it was too much. It was nothing at all.