Fieldbinder smiled coolly and speculatively stroked his own generous jaw, lingering over the deep cleft that somehow through physical processes obscure caught and reflected light in such a way as to blind anyone who tried to look directly into Fieldbinder's deep green eyes
_deep blue eyes, the color of cold crystal, with tiny fluffy white diamonds frozen in irises of ice.
_Fieldbinder grinned wryly. "The word has a music, in my opinion, is all."
amazingly like Dan Brown's writing. the best part is the hilariously negative portrayal of Dr. J, who hisses, bleats, lisps, and plays with himself covertly