"The author must make the reader care about the destiny of the principals, and sustain this anxiety, or suspense, for about 100,000 words." — Ken Follett
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"Could you stop staring at me and focus on the road? I don't want to die yet," Ben whined to Victoria who wouldn't take her eyes off him. He had his arm over his eyes to see if he could get a sleep. The problem weighing on his shoulders needed a good sleep - you can't think while asleep.
Sleeping would take his mind off the crisis for a while. These were times Ben wished he could drink, but he wasn't stupid enough to think that Sam the ghost was resting. Even if Sam wasn't around, he wouldn't let down his defenses - anything could happen. And when he says anything, he means literally anything.
Ben had a light brain and would make a big fool of himself if he dared to taste alcohol. That was another reason he stayed far away from it.
