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“For a moment she thought the creature wasn’t following, had turned its attention back to Jake, but then she heard the telltale sound of branches breaking. The thud of heavy footfalls. The car was a short distance away, at the other end of the trail. If only she could reach it.”
― Anthony M. Strong, What Vengeance Comes

“The man was American. His name was Declan or Dexter, or something like that.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Grendel's Labyrinth

“Patrick would much rather be getting on with some proper work, but he wouldn’t relax until he did this. That was part of the problem with being both messy and obsessive-compulsive. Clutter was only fine if it was the right clutter. A single item carelessly shifted out of place would taunt him until he fixed it.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Black Tide

“It was not uncommon for the landlord to close up, lock the doors, and then reopen the bar after hours on the down-low for those trusted locals who did not want to call it a night. Sometimes the after-hours boozing could go on until dawn, which was why Sean tried to avoid such situations these days.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Grendel's Labyrinth

“Others, like the sergeant, ended up bloated with self-importance and high on their own authority. It was strange that more often than not, those who abused their power the most, were also most inept.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Grendel's Labyrinth

“Of all that’s holy, I think we are standing at the rim of hell,” Harry said, peering at the mounds of stacked bodies. “There must be hundreds of corpses here.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Grendel's Labyrinth

“Hunt said. “But just to be sure, I threw in that line about tourism. The prospect of money has a way of keeping people eager.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Grendel's Labyrinth

“Out of the three, Decker looked closest to her idea of a real cop. He was lean and muscular, with a rugged jawline, whereas the actual sheriff was flabby and unshaven.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Crimson Deep

“Whatever was stalking him in the bushes kept pace, following along no matter how fast he ran. Sean's breath came in short, sharp gasps. He was tearing along in a blind panic now, desperate to escape. Thoughts of what lay below the church back in Clareconnell only heightened his dread. He could see his cottage up ahead now. If he had not been so winded, he would have cried with relief. His pursuer was crashing through the bushes, abandoning all attempts at stealth. Sean tensed, expecting to be leapt upon from the undergrowth at any moment. He was not. Instead, he reached his front door, scrabbling to find his keys. He almost dropped them trying to open the door, but then he was inside and slamming it shut behind him. He leaned against the wall and gulped in deep gasps of air. He stayed that way for a few moments while his panic subsided. When he went to the window, pulled the curtain back and looked out, the countryside was empty and peaceful. Whatever had chased him was nowhere to be seen.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Grendel's Labyrinth

“Nancy wrapped the towel around herself and sat on the bed.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Crimson Deep

“The swimming hole was a circular pool of crystal-clear water nestled in a clearing deep in the woods. Fed by a natural spring deep underground, the water was cool and clear, even on the hottest of days.”
― Anthony M. Strong, What Vengeance Comes

“The next John Decker Thriller Grendel’s Labyrinth”
― Anthony M. Strong, Crimson Deep

“For a moment she thought the creature wasn’t following, had turned its attention back to Jake, but then she heard the telltale sound of branches breaking. The thud of heavy footfalls. The car was a short distance away, at the other end of the trail. If only she could reach it. And then her foot snagged a protruding root. If she fell, it would be over. She stumbled, reaching out to steady herself against a tree. Her hand slipped on the smooth bark.”
― Anthony M. Strong, What Vengeance Comes

“Soon Decker fell into a fitful slumber, and waiting there, as often happened in his dreams, was Nancy. Which meant that for now, at least, he was contented.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Deadly Crossing

“This is all very fancy-schmancy,” Colum observed.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Grendel's Labyrinth

“You look like shit.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Mirror Mirror

“Not once in all of recorded history had sounding your horn ever made a traffic-jam go away,”
― Anthony M. Strong, The Apartment: A Haunting in New York

“Decker loaded another shot into the Glock’s breach.”
― Anthony M. Strong, What Vengeance Comes

“If he had been capable of sorrow, the sad state of his former residence would have elicited such an emotion, but he was not.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Whitechapel Rising

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― Anthony M. Strong, What Vengeance Comes

“Later that night Decker sat propped up on the bed in his cramped accommodations above the Claddagh’s barroom, which was quiet now, the pub having closed thirty minutes since. In his lap was an iPad displaying a page about longevity research that he’d found on the Internet. It wasn’t much help.”
― Anthony M. Strong, Grendel's Labyrinth