THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS (1991)
The sound of a revolver being cocked is like no other. She'd fired at the sound, seen nothing past the great muzzle flashes of the guns. She hoped he'd fire now in the wrong direction, give her the muzzle flash to shoot at. Her hearing was coming back, her ears still rang, but she could hear.
The Silence of the Lambs (1988) by Thomas Harris










