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“A flash of yellow light blinded Colson, and for a moment he was there, playing basketball in the fading summer heat with the neighborhood kids, watching his son launch a ridiculous jump shot that somehow managed to go in. The vision was pure, direct, with the sense that this was home. ”
― In Purity
― In Purity
“I almost don’t want to share you,” he muttered in her ear. Softly, so only she could hear. “I want to lock you in that room with me—just me—and make you scream my name so loudly the others know there’s no point in fucking you. You belong to me.”
― Black Card Black
― Black Card Black
“The checkout counter was a fortress of books, the register barely visible underneath the avalanche of local postings tacked to a cork board propped on multiple stacks of books—ads for guitar lessons, neon-colored boastings about a band playing at the bar, a missing dog poster, collectors offering trades, car ads, job openings. The place smelled of coffee, paper, age, and a life slowed to leisure.”
― In Purity
― In Purity
“It had been ripped of its meaning, any romance to it had been excised as it ceased to be a word and instead became the cicada-chirp of the human insect hive.”
― In Purity
― In Purity
“A chorus of Midwestern, small town greetings. “Hey, now! How are ya!” “How’s it going?” “Look who it is!” “Good to see ya!” “There he is!” “Haven’t seen you in a minute!” “Glad to have ya!” “Look what the cat dragged in!” “Living the dream, how about you?”
― In Purity
― In Purity
“Sure, I’ll leave you to the Children of the Corn. Have fun being sacrificed to God or whatever the fuck is going on here.” “Let me out. This is my home.”
― In Purity
― In Purity
“The sound of Rory’s collapsed skull detaching from the wall made Colson’s brain clench. It was a sickly, matted crunch—the wad of hair, blood, bone, and human confetti coagulated into a macabre sort of glue, fusing Rory to the wall. Colson thought of pumpkins, the way they collapsed and rotted into the ground, and when you picked them off your porch there’d be that wet spot. Get a spatula. Ha, ha.”
― In Purity
― In Purity
“He clutched the trigger over and over, his mouth stretched in a silent scream. It stopped firing. Trent threw the gun into the wall of bleeding meat and looked at Colson. Tears streamed down his friend’s face. He should’ve saved the bullets for us. ”
― In Purity
― In Purity
“I’m going to do things to you that you’ll be thinking about every time you touch yourself for the rest of your life.”
― Black Card Black
― Black Card Black
“They passed a long, ranch-style house with a winding porch. The yellow light flashed again. He was there, in a rocking chair, old age somehow pleasant and mellow, Shannon next to him knitting as he sipped on a bourbon and watched the sun go down. This was home. Home.”
― In Purity
― In Purity
“Rory’s a used car. Been sitting a while. You’ll have to jump ‘er. Replace the fluids. Inflate the tires. Sell ‘em for 1500 bucks. It ain’t pretty but she runs!”
― In Purity
― In Purity
“Everything is fine in Purity. Things are weird, sure, but nothing is specifically wrong. So the townspeople gather like Children of the Corn. So everyone is apparently dating one blonde. So our friend blew his brains out with a note to her on his coffee table. Yeah, Cole, everything is great.” ”
― In Purity
― In Purity
