C.G. Faulkner > Quotes

“They collided, and rolled toward the precipice. Loose rocks shifted beneath them, causing a small avalanche that carried the two ragged enemies plunging off the edge towards the abyss below.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unreconstructed

“I think the best way I can put it,” Tom summarized, “was what I was once told that a Confederate prisoner said to his Union captor. The Yank said: ‘Why do you fight us so hard, Reb?’, and his prisoner replied: ‘Because you are here, Yank’.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unreconstructed

“It looks like you’ll be dying in Hellfire after all, Captain!” Slaughter shouted. “Just like your family in that Georgia shack did. Ha! Oh yes, I heard their screams inside! It was music to my ears!”
Tom shouted back across the flames. “Whether you die by my hands today or not, you’ll be the one in Hell, with your twin Lucifer, you MURDERING BASTARD!”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unreconstructed

“I shouldn’t do this, Slaughter,” Tom hollered down, aiming the shotgun. “But I’m going to give you one final chance to be brought in alive. I don’t want to deprive the citizens of Cimarron City of the pleasure of seeing you dance in the air!”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unreconstructed

“The back barn door opened, and in walked a vision in a billowing green dress. As she led in her mare, Mr. McBride’s voice faded away as Tom’s total attention turned to the girl. About twenty-one or two, Tom guessed. Not too tall, nor short. Beautiful heart-shaped face decorated with rosy cheeks and light freckles. Long auburn hair tied back in a ponytail. Perfectly set green eyes. Full-bosomed and hourglass shaped. Breathtaking.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unreconstructed

“Ethan got some books out of an old trunk. They were history books, some passed down from his great-grandfather Tom through his grandfather Jeb and father Andrew. Ethan expected that he’d pass them on to his own child, one day. History and family trees had always been very important to the Fortner family.”
― C.G. Faulkner, The Adventures of the Home For Supper Kids

“Now, if you don’t know ‘Bonnie Blue Flag’, then ‘Dixie’ will do nicely…” Tom began, cocking the pistol.
Jesse stared, mouth agape at the carnage in the room.
“NOW PLAY!” Tom exploded.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unreconstructed

“Jeff cautiously peeked above-deck. The Captain was headed towards the pilot-house, still holding his shotgun at the ready. As soon as he turned his back to enter the pilot-house, Fortner dashed across the deck after him. He burst through the doorway and fired into the radio just as the Captain had flipped the ‘transmit’ switch. The Captain swung about the shotgun barrel, knocking the Luger from Jeff’s hand. Jeff grabbed the barrel and the two of them began struggling over possession of the weapon. They collided with every surface in the cramped room.”
― C.G. Faulkner, The Edge of Reality

“Tom stood and cautiously walked over to where the thief lay. He kicked the Colt away from the dirty, lifeless fingers and muttered, “You made me waste a perfectly good breakfast, you manure-headed son of a bitch…”
― C.G. Faulkner, Undaunted

“But this time, in the eerie, snow-swept glow of the flashlight, she not only heard, but also saw what had haunted her, as well. A translucent 19th century style hearse, pulled by a team of black stallions, their eyes aglow with an almost blinding green light. The driver, covered in a tattered greatcoat and top hat, and his eyes afire with the same greenish glow, paid no attention to her as he went about his work driving the team; saying only in his otherworldly voice, Giddyup! Then it was all gone, disappeared in the snow.
She didn’t know if she were more mesmerized, or scared.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Calum G. Fearing Presents The Unexpected: Tales of Mystery and Suspense, Volume Two

“Clinton leaned in close, breath stinking. “I’m a well-compensated lawman, Reb. Let’s leave it at that. You’ll never prove anything else.”
“You’re no lawman. You are a whore,” Tom growled.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unreconstructed

“Major Li Saiophong was the man who had held Jeff in captivity for over two months. He had subjected Fortner to a daily regimen of starvation, brutality and torture. He had never broken Lt. Fortner, USMC; though he had come close. Jeff had been rescued by his MACV-SOG team in September 1966. After their evac, the camp was napalmed, and Saiophong was thought to have perished in the conflagration. Knowing he still lived sent a chill up Fortner’s spine. His back still bore the scars of the ritualistic bamboo caning.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Solitary Man

“You know I won’t take a chance with your lives…” Ethan replied. “You’re the future of the Fortner family.” He smiled and took her hand in his. “Like I said, don’t worry…before you know it you’ll have Jeff back and you can tell him he’s going to be a father!”
― C.G. Faulkner, White Room: A Cold War Thriller

“The twenty hooves of the horses slowed their relentless cadence on the damp ground as they approached the town. A sudden cloudburst had only just ended, and steaming snorts emitted from the winded mounts. From behind the edge of the bizarre leather mask that covered half of the leader’s face, a small smile of recognition curled on his chapped lips.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unrepentant

“He set down the coffee and placed another log for splitting. Another biting cold wind blew through the trees, and he pulled his red stocking cap down more over his ears, and pulled up the collar of his wool-lined denim jacket. He had neglected to shave for a few weeks now, and was sporting a beard; and his light brown hair was even beginning to grow over his collar.
If my old drill instructor from Parris Island could see me now, he’d kick my ass across the barracks, Jeff mused.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Solitary Man

“Lieu squeezed his eyes closed tightly and mumbled “My country’s war will soon be visited upon yours…” and suddenly jerked his hands from his pockets- releasing the striking levers on the two M26 fragmentation grenades. “For the disciples of Saiophong!”
― C.G. Faulkner, Solitary Man

“Had he been compromised? Or could it be that he had finally uncovered the identity of Kuklovoda, the ‘Puppet Master’ deep within the KGB that had ‘pulled the strings’ on some of the most audacious terrorist attempts on American soil in the past decade or more?”
― C.G. Faulkner, White Room: A Cold War Thriller

“Jeff’s’ father, Ethan Fortner, World War Two and Korean War hero, and one of the original agents of ‘Wild Bill’ Donovan’s post-war Central Intelligence Agency, sat in the chair before him. He had a tumbler of single-malt Scotch in his hand, and a Cuban cigar in the other. It was 1958, and his father was chastising him, again. Ethan Fortner was a patriot, and a legend in the intelligence community; but he was also a high functioning alcoholic and a bitter widower, ever since the day of Jeff’s birth.”
― C.G. Faulkner, The Edge of Reality

“I’d prefer ‘Bonnie Blue Flag’, if you take requests…” Tom had turned and rested his elbows on the bar. His hand was inches from the Colt. These were the men he was looking for.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unreconstructed

“Shut it, right there, or I’ll give you a hole that won’t shut.” He pointed the Colt at Clinton, clicking back the hammer.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unreconstructed

“I apologize for showing up unannounced, son…” the DDO said as he filled and lit his pipe. “But we need you back. You’ve had half a year off. He looked intently at his favorite troubleshooter. “It’s time for Solitary Man to be reactivated.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Solitary Man

“Without boring you with the specifics, I will tell you that it is an experimental ‘truth-serum’ formula, many times more powerful than sodium pentothal or SP-17; with properties in common with LSD, which is enjoyed recreationally by many in your country’s ‘counter-culture’. I’m afraid this formula will be decidedly unpleasant. SP-17 had the unfortunate side-effect of leaving the subject somewhat sane afterward. This, which we call ‘Veritas X’, will most likely lead to permanent madness…”
― C.G. Faulkner, The Edge of Reality

“The large helicopter circled the site of the borehole before landing. In his briefing he had learned that this place was a scientific drilling project that had begun in May of 1970, using the Uralmash-4E drilling rig, in an attempt to drill as deep as possible into the Earth’s crust.
Apparently after losing the race upwards to the moon, the Soviets were now trying for the consolation prize of downwards to the Earth’s core.”
― C.G. Faulkner, White Room: A Cold War Thriller

“The third face was middle-aged, with coal-black eyes and a neatly trimmed goatee. He wore an out of style fedora and a poorly-tailored, cheap suit. He was most definitely KGB. The man reached down and pocketed Jeff’s Makarov, and introduced himself.
“I am Colonel Vladimir Blagov with state security. Put your hands on your head and slowly stand. You are under arrest.”
― C.G. Faulkner, The Edge of Reality

“Then it seemed that the Colonel was going on about the Space Race and the Cold War. “…Did you really think that your country’s Apollo 1 disaster was an accident? It is Mother Russia that will conquer these new worlds first, not you! It will be a Red Moon that the West sees at night!”
― C.G. Faulkner, The Edge of Reality

“Life had taken unexpected turns for Jeff, though of course he recognized that the CIA was the natural progression for him. Hell, it’s practically the family business…”
― C.G. Faulkner, Solitary Man

“Words, words, words…they were all just jumbling together now as the crowd thickened.
She put her hands over her ears and screamed.
(From 'The Woman Who Heard Too Much')”
― C.G. Faulkner, Calum G. Fearing Presents The Unexpected: Tales of Mystery and Suspense, Volume One

“Slaughter personified to him every evil of this war. It would never end for Tom until he had dealt with Slaughter. His chance had been delayed last night. The next time he encountered the Colonel, he’d kill him.”
― C.G. Faulkner, Unreconstructed

“Jeff was a bit surprised. Peter, named for the character in the Russian children’s story ‘Peter and the Wolf’, was Fortner’s most reliable Human Intelligence (HUMINT) asset in the Soviet Union. Fortner had recruited him on one of his early forays behind the iron curtain. He had helped to fake the deaths of Peter’s wife and children and then smuggled them to freedom.”
― C.G. Faulkner, White Room: A Cold War Thriller

“Aleksandr’s match with the big Mongolian known only as ‘Genghis’ had been going for over eight minutes. No prior fighter had lasted more than two minutes. They circled each other like two Bengal tigers that had both happened upon the same prey after weeks of starvation.”
― C.G. Faulkner, White Room: A Cold War Thriller