He was roused from his brief rest by a violent fit of coughing, which seemed to shake the whole system. It was one which in England is so simply, yet so emphatically, denominated a churchyard cough. It was hollow, like the echo of the grave.

Nervously, he wiped the gun of fingerprints real and imaginary with the stocking-covered fingers.

You see what we're up against here. Timecop, a low-rent Terminator, is the kind of movie that is best not thought about at all, for that way madness lies.

'Cease ye herefrom: let her enter a mortal's couch and see her son fall in war, who shall be as Ares in the might of his hands, and as the lightning in the swiftness of his feet.