Ian Fleming 
For Your Eyes Only 

"MOVE AN INCH AND I’LL KILL YOU."It had been a girl’s voice, but a voice that fiercely meant what it said.Bond, his heart thumping, stared up the shaft of the steel arrow whose blue-tempered triangular tip parted the grass stalks eighteen inches from his head.The girl was dressed in ragged coat and trousers. The beauty of her face was wild and animal, with a wide, sensuous mouth, high cheekbones and silvery gray, disdainful eyes. There was the blood of scratches on her forearms and down one cheek. She looked like a dangerous customer who knew wild country and forests and was not afraid of them.Bond thought she was wonderful. He smiled at her…"I suppose you’re Robin Hood. My name’s James Bond…"BOND IS BACK!007 deals a deathblow to international crime as he tracks gunrunners in the blue Caribbean, unearths a thorny nest of spies in a French forest, smashes smugglers in sunny Italy and teams up with an untamed huntress on a mission of vengeance in Vermont.