Christine Morgan > Quotes

“It’s the Mephistopolis, baby, and it is beyond anything those ol’-time religions could imagine. Makes Milton look like a piker and Dante a little bitch.”
― Christine Morgan, Lakehouse Infernal

“Greg did what he could. Did everything he could think of, including some creative and effusive swearing. All to equal avail, which is to say, bupkus. He was going down. Down, down, down.”
― Christine Morgan, Lakehouse Infernal

“You’re a virgin?” “Sure, rub it in, insult to injury, sad sack old maid can’t give it away, can’t even get ravished by demons, anybody else want to laugh?” She”
― Christine Morgan, Lakehouse Infernal

“Whatever political fuckwittery the future might hold, this time on one thing the entire country—indeed, the world—was agreed. Build the wall.”
― Christine Morgan, Lakehouse Infernal

“Lake Misquamicus was no major vacation destination, no tourist attraction. Just another Florida lake, quaint and quiet, almost obscure. A few campgrounds and cabins surrounded it, a lakehouse or two.”
― Christine Morgan, Lakehouse Infernal

“His hair was shorter than Jason’s, thinner, greasier, receding, and topped with one of those stupid red ballcaps. A belly of the sort Trevor believed in these parts was called a ‘dunlap’ led the way, encased in a flag-eagle-pickup ‘MERICA tee shirt. The shirt’s collar was lost in chins, above which were stubbled jowls, and he didn’t need to turn around for Trevor to know the back of his neck would look like a package of sweaty hot dogs.”
― Christine Morgan, Lakehouse Infernal

“women”
― Christine Morgan, Horrorsmut

“When got his first car, Gregory Nachtwald also got a metric fuckton of advice and input from various family members.”
― Christine Morgan, Lakehouse Infernal

“A rival has fallen. The giant squid, canny old campaigner, he of the battle-scarred armored mantle and seething tentacles. Neighbor. Competitor. Nuisance. Threat. He is gone. Dead and gone. His light extinguished. His signals snuffed.”
― Christine Morgan, Trench Mouth

“He wanted answers. He wanted understanding. If he had displeased or offended, he wanted the chance to placate.”
― Christine Morgan, Trench Mouth

“41. Dolphin Gang-Bang”
― Christine Morgan, Trench Mouth

“said come here, girl.” He rose to his feet. She stepped back and was in the doorway. “Lettie,” he said, turning her own name into a warning”
― Christine Morgan, White Death

“I assure you, Sister, we are. We come armed and armored with our true faith.” “Yeah.” Sanchez nodded. “Yeah, good luck with that.”
― Christine Morgan, Lakehouse Infernal

“The writer Lester was talking about. I remember him. Edgely or Edley or something like that. Wrote some sick horror shit; Mom always thought he must be a serial killer.” “Oh, that guy!” Chelsea snapped her fingers too. “The property just past Bighead Rock?”
― Christine Morgan, Lakehouse Infernal

“Ground Zero for six billion gallons of blood and bile, pus and filth.”
― Christine Morgan, Lakehouse Infernal

“They kiss again and then separate to adjust their swimsuits. A new light rises. Globular. Wavering. Silvery-pale. The moon? Good. They’ll have moonlight to help guide them to shore– No, not the moon. Too low, too close. A boat? Some late-returning sailboat or yacht bound for the marina? Even better; they can call out and signal and hitch a ride– No, not a boat. Not a boat at all.”
― Christine Morgan, Trench Mouth

“I’d rather get hold of you!” Which she did, forsaking the belt to go lower, groping as much of his burgeoning hard-on as her grasp could encompass. Dear Lord, he was big, even bigger than she’d imagined! It’d probably kill her, but what a way to go!”
― Christine Morgan, Lakehouse Infernal