J.R. Rice > Quotes

“What kind of bait?” Bryce asked curiously. Jackson grinned. “Us.” “Wait—we’re the bait?” Bryce said sharply. “Unless you wanna go kidnap a tourist,” Jackson quipped. Bryce looked at him. “As tempting as that is—no.”
― J.R. Rice, Hungry Moon

“As Bryce limped forward, the large black dog watched him closely with an appraising eye, apparently assessing his worth as a member of the pack. “Why do I get the feeling your dog is thinkin’ about culling the herd?” Bryce said, hobbling forward.”
― J.R. Rice, First Moon

“When you weigh-in at 3300 pounds, a barbed-wire fence is more of a suggestion than a deterrent.”
― J.R. Rice, Forgotten Moon

“Yes I have,” Iggy said defensively. “My father took me skeet shooting once.” “And how did that go,” asked Bryce. Iggy hung his head sheepishly. “The skeet got away,” he said. “He’s probably living with his family outside Mexico City somewhere.”
― J.R. Rice, Returning Moon

“The grenade,” Bryce said. Instead of being ripped to shreds and devoured, Travis and Luther had chosen an end of their own accord.”
― J.R. Rice, Last Moon

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― J.R. Rice, Last Moon