Phil Blackwood:
[
Narrating a passage of his upcoming book out loud - more than a little embellishing the truth] Swift realized the only chance for the child lay in his hands. Unconcerned for his own safety, Swift scaled the towering wall of the embassy, bracing himself against the powerful Alpine winds. He calmly walked the crest of the roof - at least 300 feet above the cold slate of the courtyard. The tile broke in his grasp, and the startled screams of the women watching rose like prayers from far below... Finally, Swift reached the terrified child and, holding him tightly, swung him through the bay window of the embassy into his mother's outstretched... and eternally grateful arms.
Share this quote