Judith Sonnet > Quotes

“No one rides for free.” Jodi said as she pulled the knife out.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“Also, in true Italian fashion, it’s best to picture the dialogue as an “English dub”. None of the words should match the movements made by the characters mouths. The dialogue is also… weird on purpose. This is not a mistake or oversight by the author, it is an intentional and purposeful atmospheric choice.”
― Judith Sonnet, Hell: A Splatter Novel

“No. Anytime I get sloshed and make an ass out of myself, I wake up the next morning with a bad feeling about it.”
― Judith Sonnet, Every Night in the Bone Orchard: Dark Stories

“Yes.” Santa admitted. “We feed it to the world. Every piece of candy you ever got in a stocking… it came from an elf’s bum.”
― Judith Sonnet, Santasploitation

“A map of memories stretched out like egg yolks on the pavement. His brains actually began to sizzle in the oppressive heat.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“His penis was so infected, even getting wood seemed to hurt. He wished the girl was still alive, just so he could force his chunky, green and yellow discharge into her mouth.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“A map of memories stretched out like egg yolks on the pavement. His brains actually began to sizzle in the oppressive heat. ”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“Touch it.” The Man commanded.  “No.” Brenda responded, clearly disgusted by his penis.  It was a crooked, knobby thing. His organ had inflated with blood, and it still wasn’t much to look like. It was like The Man, stout and pudgy,”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“The cranial juice began to pour out of him in streams.”
― Judith Sonnet, Santasploitation

“Buster wore overalls and nothing else. His skin was grimy, littered with ingrown hairs and bursting pustules. His pits were so hairy, it looked like he’d shoved mopheads beneath each of his flapping chicken wing arms.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“If she didn’t look at it –or at her bank account—then it was like she had spent nothing at all.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“If I needed shit from you, Buster,” The Man growled, “I’d tear out yer bowels and squeeze.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“Stupid ... stupid ... stupid ... Ah, there was that voice Virtue knew so well. That nagging, persnickety, bitchy voice. The one that demoted his self-worth and spurned his depression. It noticed every fault and brought each one to the surface like eels pulled from mud. Stupid ... stupid ... stupid ...”
― Judith Sonnet, Beast of Burden

“The prehistoric woman waved politely toward the car, and Jodi lifted a trembling hand out from her window and waved back.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“Could he put his pecker in you still, or was it all soft and squishy? How long’s it been since you felt a stiffy?” He asked.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“Ninety years old, and she’s being raped. God, this is sick. This has to be a nightmare, right? I mean, this can’t actually be happening in the back of your car, Jodi. Right? Right?”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“If she didn’t look at it—or at her bank account—then it was like she had spent nothing at all.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“The bond between a mother and a child is strong, and once severed, it leaves a hole in the very center of the survivors being.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“WARNING: The following pages of No One Rides for Free are so graphic, disturbing, and depraved… we are legally obliged to give you time to put it down and decide whether or not you want to continue reading. If you read on then you are consenting to witness the horrors ahead… which are, at times, unimaginable. You are also expected to read on at your own risk, knowing full and well that the producers of this book are not responsible for any side effects that you may—or may not—suffer.   If you are at all squeamish, sensitive, or easily offended, we recommend you find a happier story. If you do continue reading and find yourself growing weak with shock, to stave off sickness, fainting, and even death… repeat to yourself: It’s only a book… It’s only a book…”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“Brian’s thoughts were stilled when the killer reached in up to his elbow… and pulled out a steaming pile of squealing organs.  The creature began to shovel the raw offal into his lipless mouth. His teeth chewed through the rubbery surface of a tube filled with hot shit and digestive juices. Trails of fluid ebbed down his chin and dribbled down his chest.”
― Judith Sonnet, Sardines (In the Dark): A Brutal Story

“The gnarled, ancient woman was mumbling a prayer.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“Could I convince him to fuck me in the middle of the store?”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“Whatever these parasites are . . . they please their host so that they can continue to stay inside of them.”
― Judith Sonnet, Tapewyrmin'

“There’s no time for ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’! Save it for therapy, bitch!”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“It shouldn’t be like this. I should just be allowed to make silly internet videos and sleep safely in my own bed. But they ruined that.”
― Judith Sonnet, We're Here: An Anthology of LGBTQ+ Horror

“Right after a filled her cunt-tunnel wit’ my love-snot, she turn’t around and said ‘boy, you ain’t nothin’ to write home about’! I showed her. Cracked her upside the head and… did her up the hole she tolt me not ta use. She done cried her a river when she woke up halfway through all the fun. ‘Getcher pecker outta thare!’ she hollered! But I ignored her and rutted her dirt-chute ‘til I was good and drained.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“The Man. He smelled of spoiled milk and onion farts; he smelled like sweat and feces. The musk hung over him, reminding her of an abused animal in a shelter.”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free

“Her teeth sank into his flesh. Blood burst in her mouth”
― Judith Sonnet, No One Rides For Free