Dean Corbyn > Quotes

“Mr. Goodwin, I presume?’ was the coolest line he could conjure.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“He will die! I’m… I’m so sorry.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“In the newfound quiet, only the distant honking and bustle of New York traffic rose from the street below. For a New Yorker, that meant silence.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“She better tell me I’m friggin’ getting married, or I’ll beat the crap out of her.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“Reaching under the tasseled shade, she switched off the bedside lamp, tucked herself between the crisp, cool cotton sheets, and rolled to her side. Sadness faded, and it wasn’t long before a loving smile returned to her lips. Tonight, she conceded, she would allow herself to dream of love. Tomorrow… well, that was another day.”
― Dean Corbyn

“The Diocese is a tight-knit family where everyone looks out for one another. Connected.” She
grinned playfully. “Not unlike your New York Mafia. The only differences, of course, are the corruption and murders.”
“From whom?”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“And to think, I even offered you my dessert!”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“Winded, and probably with a broken rib or two, he clambered to his feet. Despite the pain, he bared his teeth and raised his fists, then stepped forward to meet her,”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“Gasping for breath, she clawed at her throat, her lungs ablaze, desperate for air that would not come.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“A few feet away lay the responsible bullet. Beneath the spotted blood, it glimmered a sparkling blue.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“The distinctive sound of a hammer being cocked.
A .38, just like his old service gun. Bill held still.
Shit. This is it. I’m done.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“Hell’s Kitchen seemed a fitting end to their already infernal night.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“Whatever do you take me for?’
A psychopathic megalomaniac.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“…the puzzle had been a gift from his father on his seventh birthday. The first time they’d completed it together was also their last.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“They’re our only option? A convict and a discharged soldier. Both broken, both seeking redemption.”
Though the elder’s words were not meant to be encouraging, Reverend Thomas rather embraced them. He nodded slowly, a smile forming. “They’re perfect!”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“When I awoke, hours had passed. The houses were smoldering, and everyone was dead…”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“…he profiled his face on the bedroom door. And for a while, just stared at it. Then, in a somber tone, he
whispered under his breath, “I’m sorry, kid. I’m gonna have to break that promise.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy

“He’d become a monk to find redemption and peace from his sins.
And tonight, on this freezing lawn under a beautiful starlit sky, he had found it.”
― Dean Corbyn, The Jorvik Prophecy