'Coldfire' by Dean Koontz [Unknown Binding] by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780755356263
Published: 2009-12-27T05:00:00+00:00

responded to him: "No, that's exactly what I don 't want to be. I don't

want to be your chronicler, intrepid girl reporter. I'm sick of

journalism." Succinctly, she told him why. "I don't want to be your

swooning admirer, either, or that well-meaning but bumbling gal who gets

herself in trouble all the time and has to rely on you to save her from

the evil clutches of Lex Luthor.

Something amazing is happening here, and I want to be part of it.

It's also dangerous, yeah, but I still want to be a part of it, because

what you're doing is so. . . so meaningful. I want to contribute any

way I can, do something more worthwhile with my life than I've done so

far."

"Do-gooders are usually so full of themselves, so unconsciously

arrogant, they do more damage than good," he said.

"I'm not a do-gooder. That's not how I see myself I'm not at all

interested in being praised for my generosity and self sacrifice. I

don't need to feel morally superior. Just useful. "

"The world is full of do-gooders," he said, refusing to relent. "If I

needed an assistant, which I don't, why would I choose you over all the

other do-gooders out there?"

He was an impossible man. She wanted to smack him.

Instead she kept moving back and forth as she said, "Yesterday, when I

crawled back into the plane for that little boy, for Norby, I just. . .

well, I amazed myself I didn't know I had anything like that in me. I

wasn't brave, I was scared to death the whole time, but I got him out of

there, and I never felt better about myself"

"You like the way people look at you when they know you're a hero," he

said flatly.

She shook her head. "No, that's not it. Aside from one rescue worker

no one knew I'd pulled Norby out of there. I liked the way I looked at

me after I'd done it, that's all."

"So you're hooked on risk, heroism, you're a courage junkie."

Now she wanted to smack him twice. In the face. Crack, crack. Hard

enough to set his eyes spinning. It would make her feel so good.

She restrained herself "Okay, fine, if that's the way you want to see

it, then I'm a courage junkie."

He did not apologize. He just stared at her.

She said, "But that's better than inhaling a pound of cocaine up my nose

every day, don't you think?"

He did not respond.

Getting desperate but trying not to show it, Holly said, "When it was

all over yesterday, after I handed Norby to that rescue worker, you know

what I felt? More than anything else? Not elation at saving him-that

too, but not mainly that. And not pride or the thrill of defeating

death myself Mostly I felt rage It surprised me, even scared me. I was

so furious that a little boy almost died, that his uncle had died beside

him, that he'd been trapped under those seats with corpses, that all of

his innocence had been blown away and that he couldn't ever again just

enjoy life the way a kid ought to be able to. I wanted to punch

somebody, wanted to make somebody apologize to him for what he'd been

through.

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