And now… le Muffled drum moronics

Goertz moved quietly across the quiet street, unseen by the coachman, who had gone to press the bell. He pulled open the off-side door and stepped into the carriage. “Not a sound, Herr Eichel,” he said. “Call your coachman back, quiet now.”

We GET it. It’s quiet. TOO QUIET

Pushing himself up onto his elbows,  Rudolph’s eyes raked over the man beneath him, savoring and learning what he once must have known every bit as well as his own body

Don’t you hate it when eyes grow elbow? (this, apparently, is "dangling modifier, how to do it.")

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