Joe DeRouen > Quotes

“Shawn shrugged. "Who knows? None of us ever knew much about good old great-great uncle Charles. Or should that be great old good-good uncle Charles?" he paused dramatically, sighing at the older boy cleared his throat and rolled his eyes at the lame joke.
"Some people just don't have a good sense of humor," Shawn glared.”
― Joe DeRouen

“Why didn't you escape?"
"Because," she panted, releasing the boy's arm, "no one tells me what to do, not even you. And besides, if you didn't catch it before, I 'm awfully fond of you.”
― Joe DeRouen, Small Things

“Wow," he said after their lips parted. Her taste still haunted his mouth, and the smell of her perfume lingered in his nostrils. "I guess I'll have to get in fights more often.”
― Joe DeRouen, Small Things

“Where moments before the bright morning sun flickered through the branches of the huge oak trees surrounding the property, every-thing in a ten yard radius immediately went pitch dark. The air, already a chilly fifty degrees, dropped past freezing in an instant, and the pressure changed to the point where he thought his eardrums might burst.”
― Joe DeRouen, Threads

“She stared at the phone, feeling guilty. She finally slid across the overstuffed Pleather couch and away from watching old episodes of The Twilight Zone. She was free tonight, apparently, so she might as well pay Ben a visit. She picked up the phone and dialed his cell.”
― Joe DeRouen, Threads

“Finally, mercifully, the spasms subsided, as the old man’s head lolled back, his mouth hanging open, taking in deep, ragged breaths of stale, recirculated air.”
― Joe DeRouen, Small Things

“Thank God Ben had been there to wake her.
But then, when hadn’t he been there? It was she that kept pushing him away. Even as a kid, before his adoration of her had turned into a full-blown crush, she’d kept him at arm’s length.”
― Joe DeRouen, Threads

“She stared at her face in the mirror, feeling everything around her slipping away. The face stared back, and she wondered who was looking at her.”
― Joe DeRouen, Threads

“cheap, pea-green carpet looming up at him all”
― Joe DeRouen, Small Things

“He’d need the woman’s help to set things right; he just didn’t like having to wake the dead.”
― Joe DeRouen, Small Things

“She suddenly felt herself gasping for air, as if she’d momentarily forgotten how to breathe. She rocked back in her chair and nearly fell over, then slumped against the green-covered table. The bowl fell from her fingers, shattering at her feet, broken glass scattering everywhere.”
― Joe DeRouen, Threads

“Shawn slowly climbed the old wooden stairs, listening to the low creak that sounded from his footsteps. He hoped the wood wouldn’t collapse beneath him. But the stairs held strong and a moment later he joined his friend in the kitchen of the old house, a wave of suffocating humidity washing over them as they stepped deeper into its secrets.”
― Joe DeRouen, Small Things

“Fred Ruskin barreled through the rain down Buchanan Street in his battered Pacer, the jar his dead wife had directed him to retrieve from his nephew’s coffin bouncing in the seat beside him.”
― Joe DeRouen, Small Things

“Thinking about such things soothed the creature as it dug at the base of a tall oak tree, deep into the ground, covering itself with dirt and leaves and moss; hiding, healing, waiting.”
― Joe DeRouen, Small Things