Steve Gilmore > Quotes

“Don’t you dare say it,” I muttered, as every goddamn muscle in my body screamed in protest. Back on my feet and feeling like three bags of smashed assholes,”
― Steve Gilmore, Heaven's Dark Soldiers: Books 1-3

“Wait, what was that?” I said, feeling like somebody just shot my dog three times after kicking me square in the balls. “Are you telling me the Sox made it to two World Series while I was floating down the River Styx on a fourteen-year involuntary hiatus?”
― Steve Gilmore, Heaven's Dark Soldiers: Books 1-3

“And then he belted out an ear-splitting war cry that sounded something like an opera singer having hate sex with a pack of coyotes during open mic night at a hipster bar.”
― Steve Gilmore, Heaven's Dark Soldiers: Books 1-3

“I wasn't exactly Connor MacLeod, if you know what I'm saying. But, to my credit, what I lacked in swordplay I more than made up for in my ability to wield Gehenna fire — the burning flame of judgement. And that may be a slight embellishment. I was actually piss poor at that, too. I was getting better, though. Ask anybody. At the very least, I was still pretty good at punching people. So, I had that going for me. Which was nice.”
― Steve Gilmore, Rise of the Giants

“Yessir. He’s been doing some kind of one-man-band rock opera bit down in Tallahassee. Some sort of a death metal rendition of the Jimi Hendrix Experience with a Neil Diamond slant. And there’s this Mary Poppins thing where he floats around on an umbrella and spits on folks.”
― Steve Gilmore, Heaven's Dark Soldiers: Books 1-3