"Something smashed into Sullivan's left shoulder; its brother dug hungrily into his left thigh, spinning him around. He fell, cursing with the pain in his wounds as he struck the stone stairway. He rolled down five steps, came to rest at a wide place where the stairs switched back—where a zig became a zag. He would have liked to lie there staring up at the stairs, the blue-white moon, resting, falling into the pit of darkness opening up in his mind... But he cursed himself and forced his right arm to prop him, his right leg to work. Summoning the rage that would ride roughshod over the pain, he got to his feet."The Specialist #1: A Talent for Revenge
by John Cutter
(Signet, 1984)
Bonus points to anyone who knows the identity of "John Cutter."
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