Behind the drowsy noise of the bees the sea boomed softly at the bottom of the cliff at the end of the garden.
Note: Sounds like Wallace Stevens.
Bond went to his hurricane-room only when the situation was beyond his control and no other possible action could be taken.
If there was one thing Bond couldn’t stand it was the sound of his boots being licked.
and I am here. You have no faith. Since I am
Note: Deaver's note here makes expect that Carte Blanche will have a strong female character.