W. J. May > Quotes

“Of all the disasters they’d averted, of all the problems they’d faced, there was nothing worse than a friend turned enemy.”
― W. J. May, Devon Seeking Guidance

“there is no running from something like this. There is no amount of damage you can do to yourself that’s going to take it away. You face it on both feet, or it crushes you. There isn’t a third option.”
― W. J. May, Gabriel's Vanishing Light

“Making plans,” he summarized with quiet satisfaction. “That is my favorite part. Before the two of us met, before this all started...I had never made any plans.”
― W. J. May, Decisions

“The pair glanced up in unison to see a group of veteran agents standing a bit apart from the rest. The ones with too much pride to grab and shout like the others. The ones who’d been around long enough to have fought at the sugar factory, who’d graduated in the same class. It’s a little Guilder reunion. There was Maria and Alicia, standing together with matching cups of coffee. The telepath usually shied away from field work, and the doctor kept to the hospital, but they’d received an official summons just like everyone else. Riley, an over-energized cheetah, was standing just a few steps behind—folding his arms deliberately over his broad chest to show off his latest tattoo. There was a space behind them. A space where Rob and Andy would have usually stood. The eagle had been sent a message like everyone else, but had failed to arrive. But perhaps the biggest surprise was the man who’d called out to them. Nicholas MacGyver was standing in the center of the group—looking strangely out of place, beyond the comfort of his lab—but even more fiercely determined.”
― W. J. May, Devon Seeking Guidance

“It wasn’t that he was inherently stable, he’d simply grown up in a whirl of such chaos, he had learned it was sometimes better to keep still.”
― W. J. May, Gabriel's Vanishing Light

“If you’d asked that morning, he would have sworn the boy would refuse. He might have refused that very evening—making some sarcastic comment and jutting up his chin. But a single truth had passed between them, and that was never enough. A single truth invited more.”
― W. J. May, Gabriel's Vanishing Light

“There was the searching, and there was the feeling that came after searching was done. When every hope had been torn away, when every future had been lost. It crashed over him in waves, taking a little more each time,”
― W. J. May, Wisdom

“Toby’s ink was two-fold: checking for danger and intent. Between that combination and the fact that he fainted at the sight of blood, the security detail had been a good fit. The only person he refused to scan was Angel. Apparently, the mere sight of her was enough to set his tatù ablaze.”
― W. J. May, Gabriel's Vanishing Light

“This was very like his sister. Not to ask if everything was all right, but to merely assume that something was wrong. The same ghosts that haunted him haunted her as well. But he didn’t want to stir up those ghosts tonight. He just wanted to talk with his sister.”
― W. J. May, Gabriel's Vanishing Light

“Gabriel had always assumed himself a natural. But lately, he wasn’t sure he fit the type. Perhaps he was merely good at learning lessons. Perhaps he’d learned those lessons a bit too well. Because his knees weren’t bouncing, his eyes weren’t dancing. And even though he’d memorized the blueprint the second Devon drew it on his cell phone, there was a part of him that felt tired. Not tired, but something like it. Weary.”
― W. J. May, Devon Seeking Guidance

“For all their pride and wisdom, they were rarely the ones to speak; though if they did, it was honest. And there was no guarantee you’d like what they had to say.”
― W. J. May, Decisions

“You were wrong to leave, and I was wrong in the things I would sacrifice to make you stay.”
― W. J. May, Wisdom

“Maybe absolutes were tales for children, and they were all just living in the gray.”
― W. J. May, Gabriel's Vanishing Light

“But the man was dead and buried, the past was buried with him. It was only the shadows that remained. Whispering and creeping, making tiny cracks in things he’d thought were steady. In people he’d thought were steady.”
― W. J. May, Gabriel's Vanishing Light

“you can’t outrun your guilt by writing it off as regret. You want redemption, Hastings? You have to earn it.”
― W. J. May, Gabriel's Vanishing Light