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“Sometimes everybody touches in the dark. You touch to see what you can stand to touch, what you can to feel with your fingers probing parts you never though you could probably probe" - Gray”
― Walter Dean Myers, Shooter

“His fear-inflamed mind sent the control-signal to his finger-joint to fold back. The trigger sliced back. The blast seemed to lift the booth clear off the floor, drop it down again. A pin-wheel of vacancy appeared in the glass, flinging off shards and slivers.”
― Cornell Woolrich, Marihuana

“Surrender is no guarantee that an armed police officer will not shoot you.”
― Steven Magee

“Police Officer Angry Aggression Theory (POAAT) is why you need to video record the police before they shoot you. Always start the video camera at the first contact, as it can go sour at any time and without warning.”
― Steven Magee

“We teach children:
Leave a mark on the world.
What leads a man to shoot up
Souls but the desire to mark
Up the globe?”
― Amanda Gorman

“The statement 鈥楬e adopted the shooters stance鈥� is a police officer鈥檚 license to kill.”
― Steven Magee

“What happens in Vegas ends up all over the world news.”
― Steven Magee

“Every time there is a mass shooting in the USA, I wonder if the shooter was an insane masturbator.”
― Steven Magee

“When a person dies from a gunshot, you don't blame the bullet. You blame the shooter.”
― Paul Krueger, Steel Crow Saga

“USA schools have crazy shooter lock down practice 4 times per year!”
― Steven Magee

“I occasionally try my luck at dry-fly casting on a Hampshire chalk stream." The earl glanced at Merritt and smiled reminiscently. "My daughter has accompanied me a time or two. She has excellent aptitude but little interest."
"I lose patience with the fish," Merritt said. "They take too long to make up their minds. I prefer going shooting with you-- it takes far less effort."
"Are you a good shot?" Keir asked.
"I'm not bad," she said modestly.
"She's the best shot in the family," Lillian said. "It drives her brothers mad.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“The revolver was chambered for .442 rounds, which meant there was only room for five. "These are large caliber bullets for such a short gun," Merritt remarked.
"It's designed to stop someone at close range," Ethan said, absently arching up to rub a spot on his chest. "Being hit by one of those bullets feels like a kick from a mule."
"Why is the hammer bobbed?"
"To keep it from catching on the holster or clothing, if I have to draw it fast."
Keeping the muzzle of the gun pointed away from him, Merritt reassembled the revolver, slid the extractor rod into place, and locked it deftly.
"Well done," Ethan commented, surprised by her assurance. "You're familiar with guns, then."
"Yes, my father taught me. May I shoot it?"
"What are you going to aim for?"
By this time, the others had come out from the parlor to watch.
"Uncle Sebastian," Merritt asked, "are those pottery rabbits on the stone wall valuable?"
Kingston smiled slightly and shook his head. "Have at it."
"Wait," Ethan said calmly. "That's a twenty-yard distance. You'll need a longer-range weapon." With meticulous care, he took the revolver from her and replaced it in his coat. "Try this one." Merritt's brows lifted slightly as he pulled a gun from a cross-draw holster concealed by his coat. This time, Ethan handed the revolver to her without bothering to disassemble it first. "It's loaded, save one chamber," he cautioned. "I put the hammer down to prevent accidental discharge."
"A Colt single-action," Merritt said, pleased, admiring the elegant piece, with its four-and-a-half-inch barrel and custom engraving. "Papa has one similar to this." She eased the hammer back and gently rotated the cylinder.
"It has a powerful recoil," Ethan warned.
"I would expect so." Merritt held the Colt in a practiced grip, the fingers of her support hand fit neatly underneath the trigger guard. "Cover your ears," she said, cocking the hammer and aligning the sights. She squeezed the trigger.
An earsplitting report, a flash of light from the muzzle, and one of the rabbit sculptures on the wall shattered.
In the silence that followed, Merritt heard her father say dryly, "Go on, Merritt. Put the other bunny out of its misery."
She cocked the hammer, aimed and fired again. The second rabbit sculpture exploded.
"Sweet Mother Mary," Ethan said in wonder. "I've never seen a woman shoot like that."
"My father taught all of us how to shoot and handle firearms safely," Merritt said, giving the revolver back to him grip-first.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“The greatest fighter of all times is a shooter.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“Stages can be set anywhere and if they are set right, people won't even know that they are part of a play.”
― Anthony T. Hincks