"Goliath was screaming while he tried to extinguish his clothing. The lighter fluid had leaked through his jacket pocket and down his right side. Now ignited, it burnt away his clothing and was searching for the skin below."

"The fire had succeeded in destroying the building's internal walls and half the roof structure, and as the fire engines arrived the roof started to collapse, making it impossible for the fire-fighters to enter the warehouse. The building was listed as disused, so the order from the officer-in-charge was for his men to contain the fire and not take any unnecessary risks. It was only in the morning light that the standby crew charged with the mopping up operations found Sandy's remains."

"The hairline crack had opened along the inner side of one hydraulic line just after the plane had taken off from Parafield....the red warning light that confirmed that the wheels were down and locked had flickered and died the trip before last and hadn't been fixed. As the port wheel touched terra firma the lowered landing gear simply gave way, causing the port engine to eat into the red dirt of the sheep station's runway."

"The force of the gelignite erupting in the carefully drilled hole caused a fracture in the subterranean ground. This explosion was followed by five more in quick succession, each in turn sending its own force to further weaken the tunnel face. Tons of the hard sandstone were blown outwards to land in a pile on the tunnel floor."

"Usually the truck would have stopped sufficiently to allow the car a clear passage, but the truck's tortured brakes failed to perform and its combined gross weight of forty-two tonnes hit the other vehicle's side, changing it into a misshapen mess of tangled steel and flesh."

"How he had survived, the doctors had no real idea, but now he lay a prisoner in the worst prison on earth, his own broken body. This jail had a torture chamber like no other, which was his own mind. A mind that still retained unusual clarity. A mind that worked continuously around the clock, driving him endlessly into a living hell of torment and despair."

"There was a smell of urine in the hot humid atmosphere. As the noose settled on his shoulders, he felt the hand of death temporarily leave his side. Now, in the silence, time stood still, and then he was falling."