He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to col — Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
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He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to colour, from happiness to happiness. And all those possible explosions in between. It could be all over any time.

— Rupert Thomson, The Five Gates of Hell
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