Lead singer of the Doors

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Yet somehow he'd taken the bat away from Morrison and had the man down on the ground before she even blinked.

Still angry, Morrison activated his computer and put it into the brain wave reception mode.

At first I put it down to foul Chinese grub, and certainly something gave me the most vivid nightmares, in which I was playing a single-wicket match up and downstairs in Whampoa's house, and his silky little Chinese tarts were showing me how to hold my bat - that part of it was all right, as they snuggled up, whispering fragrantly and guiding my hands, but all the time I was conscious of dark shapes moving behind the screens, and when Daedalus Tighe bowled to me it was a Chinese lantern that I had to hit, and it went ballooning up into the dark, bursting into a thousand rockets, and Old Morrison and the Duke came jumping out at me in sarongs, crying that I must run all through the house to score a single, at compound interest, and I set off, blundering past the screens, where nameless horrors lurked, and I was trying to catch Solomon, who was flitting like a shadow before me, calling out of the dark that there was no danger, because he carried ten guns, and I could feel someone or .

It contained what Morrison thought might be a map of the circulatory system of the neck.

Muir was his usual somnolent self, his eyes half-closed as if he were on the verge of dropping off to sleep: Mayor Morrison, who had won so many medals in the Second World War that he could scarcely have found room for them even on his massive chest, was just plain furious: and so, indisputably, was the President: that expression of kindly tolerance and compassionate wisdom which 'had endeared him to the hearts of millions 'had for the moment been tucked away in the deep freeze.

Chick Morrison was dressed in dinner clothes, and his smile was nervous, but a shade more confident than usual.

When, in the late nineteen sixties, Ballantine Books decided to do a five-volume simultaneous publication of my work (four short-story collections and one new novel) my then agent, Henry Morrison, told me that the head of the firm was troubled by something and wanted to hear from me.

Boranova had pointed it out with obvious pride and Morrison had refrained from making invidious comparisons with the United States, where electroluminescence was widespread.

They were racing through a strange land of indefiniteness and Morrison could not, no matter how he tried, picture his surroundings as those with which he was familiar from electron micrography.

The hull was smooth and featureless to the eye, of course, but Morrison was quite certain that there was an electric field that bulged in just the locations where the hydroxyl groups would be in the glucopyranose structure, the bulges taking on just the shapes they would in the natural molecule.

Don't Lie to Me is copyright 1972 by Tucker Coe, published in hardcovers by Random House, and is quoted by permission of the author and his agent Henry Morrison.

The ship began to move and Morrison thought to himself: Every meter we go is a meter closer to the hypodermic needle.

And I’m interviewing you to become a member of the defense team for General William Morrison.

The flame was simply a magnesium bomb which Sid Morrison placed inside my plane in Baltimore—.

All right, so this one here had been at sea twenty-two years, but he, Morrison, had a degree course in Marine Engineering behind him and quite enough sea experience to know how sensitive the deckhead Minerva sensors were, for Christ's sake.