Westminster is a jungle - and the hunter can always smell fear on its prey.

Only the cruelest hunters set their traps with terror and trepidation.

Courage is a peculiar kind of fear.

Vinegar: that's what fear smells like.

You skin is so soft. Smells like…”

She had to tilt him to get this other arm free and hated knowing how badly she was hurting him as she did so. “Sheer, unadulterated fear?

Who comes out of the jungle finds crocodiles. (Qui sort de la jungle - Trouve les crocodiles)