“The tradecraft of the modern-day special operator, parachuting into the Hindu Kush after the Taliban,” echoes “the efforts of men from a preindustrial community struggling through New England winters on hickory and deergut snowshoes,” Ross writes.

Jinx rubbed his head against him and sighed. 'I hate to say this, but I really do think you might be cursed. And when I say “might be”...' 'You mean definitely, a hundred per cent, curseder than a curseder thing.' 'Looks that way.'

to swim a horse across a river

She went face first into the back of a chair that didn't budge with the weight of the man sitting in it.