41.  A few, like Cliff Michelmore, went on to bigger things.

42.  A fine Highland rain, like the spray from a plant mister, was falling in the wrong meteorological zone.

43.  A fire would always be an easy thing from which a superhuman creature like the monster could escape.

44.  A flame roared under a black bucket, clean blue like a blowtorch clinging to one side.

45.  A frequent comment of observers about a prisoner in for a serious offence like murder is that he shows no remorse.

46.  A friendly palm flashes up from the shadows, like a pink glove.

47.  A funeral lit them up, it was like fuel, it kept them burning for days.

48.  A good rider, like a good ballet dancer, needs to be the right shape.