W.J. Lundy > Quotes

“You are not going to like what I have to say,” Sean said. “Just give it to me fast, I’d rather have you kick me square in the nuts then squeeze and twist on them all afternoon.”
― W.J. Lundy, Walking In The Shadow Of Death

“Bro, your plan fucking sucks,” Brad said as he sat back into the chair. “Yeah, well, sometimes you have to embrace the suck.”
― W.J. Lundy, Walking In The Shadow Of Death

“a good story, I’ll give you that. So, how many times have you done this sort of thing?  Send the inbred trash out ahead on the road to spook up unsuspecting travelers and you all hang back, jerking each other off, waiting to ambush anyone that makes it past them?” The wounded man looked away, ignoring Shane’s comments. “Don’t worry kid, I won’t kill ya today. But if I catch you in a lie, or if I find more of your inbred cousins at this camp, I will make the last moments of your life very painful,” Shane said in a calm voice. “Why are you doing this?” Shane feigned laughter and ignored the question. “What’s your name kid?” “Kyle,” he answered. “Kyle, everything I do, I do for her.” “You kill for her?” “No, I protect her and I destroy anything that tries to harm her—” “It’s right up here, follow the white fence,” Kyle interrupted using his neck to point out a quickly approaching high fence skinned in white sheet metal. The fence was tall and set back off the road. Mounds of stacked cars and other junk could be seen piled high at points. Shane slowed the car and carefully eased over to the shoulder of the road. He put the car in park and killed the engine. Shane sat silently for a minute, hushing Kyle when he tried to speak. He opened the door and slowly walked to the front of the car while listening for sounds. He climbed onto the hood and moved to the roof of the sedan. He could just barely see inside the compound. As it appeared from the outside, it was definitely a scrap yard. Piles of sorted metal were scattered around a central building while rows of smashed and stacked cars made up the far sides of the lot. From”
― W.J. Lundy, Something To Fight For

“tightening”
― W.J. Lundy, Something To Fight For

“pleather.”
― W.J. Lundy, Primal Resurrection

“trial.”
― W.J. Lundy, Something To Fight For

“Shawn”
― W.J. Lundy, Something To Fight For

“vertical.”
― W.J. Lundy, Something To Fight For

“dominate”
― W.J. Lundy, Divided We Fall

“gorilla”
― W.J. Lundy, Resistance: A John Warren Novel

“The news was rarely that anymore. It was more a battle of wits, broadcasters telling folks what to think, not giving people a chance to think for themselves”
― W.J. Lundy, Five Roads to Texas

“For control, for power," John said, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "That's always the reason, isn't it? Civil war always sounds like a great idea until it’s time to do actual civil war shit, and then it looks like this.”
― W.J. Lundy, Resistance: A John Warren Novel