Devil May Care, while not written by Ian Fleming, was a fairly decent novel about one possible route James Bond's life might have gone in had he started his life much earlier in the 20th century. The agent considered himself rather fortunate, in fact, that a good deal of the injuries suffered and sustained by this other version. He had no skin ( Read more... )

I had walked into the rec room, Ulixes by my side, with the intention of finding a book, but the shelf of reels seemed to call to me and so I sauntered past their titles to give them the briefest of glances. This was an unfortunate decision on my part.

Lara Croft: Tomb Raider. Right there. And now, watching it, I can only profess confusion. Well ( Read more... )

After Indiana Jones disappears at the end of March, Lara returns to her place, bruised and agitated. James is a bit blindsided, and so is Lara when the nature of their relationship changes, sort of. In progress, nearly complete.

There were no starlings in the aviary, but Lyra appreciated her warm, cozy spot up against the post in the center all the same ( Read more... )

Ever since the issue of Lara opting not to escape the island through some sort of portal, Bond had made himself fairly scarce and inaccessible when it came to islanders he did not know very well, which in his case meant virtually everyone on the island outside of Lara and Lyra ( Read more... )

Adora Belle's feet were killing her ( Read more... )

While he was perfectly willing to deal with and aid in Lara's besting Indiana Jones at tomb raiding, Bond had no less of a desire or interest in exploring the temples to as great an extent as she did. He preferred missions that involved the disposing of living threats and real bad people. Unless there was something else involved in clearly stealing ( Read more... )

It had been - what, ten days? - since he'd turned up on the island, and Rodney McKay was starting to wonder if he should lose hope. Never much of an optimist, holding out for a rescue in the face of such an impossible circumstance was something he didn't like to do. Besides being stupid, it was useless. Just wishing for something to happen wouldn't ( Read more... )

The sun was finally setting on what Charlie Crews decided had to be one of the longest days of his life. And he knew from long days. ( Cut for spoilers. )

Island life was considerably quieter than what Bond had grown accustomed to back in Britain. As a result, he spent a considerable amount of time watching movies and reading books that helped to occupy his mind and time when shooting at wild game, drinking martinis from the liquor cabinet he'd received in January or cleaning out his small collection ( Read more... )