Terry Maggert > Quotes

“Deb was funny and smart, and regarding her looks, she was funny and smart. Tall, skinny, with a long nose, she had a distinctly bony presence. But her smile was warm, and she was unfailingly polite, qualities that go a long way in the world.”
― Terry Maggert, The Forest Bull

“I am, or I should say, was prideful, a terrible sin, to be so, but now, I feel myself losing depth, like an echo or a reflection of a man. The beasts here are unaware of my presence, anymore. My time for challenging and changing is past. I only hope, rudely, for my own benefit, to recover some of what once was.”
― Terry Maggert, The Forest Bull

“Liz had the desperate beauty of a fancy guest soap that had been used too often but whose original features still stubbornly remained.”
― Terry Maggert, The Forest Bull

“Rarely is investigative work quite as engaging as being surrounded by gyrating naked women. It’s a sacrifice I make for the good of our team and for the children. Or something like that.”
― Terry Maggert, The Forest Bull

“Only the bones remain, Ring, and they pave the continent with the residue of sorrow, each death piling on the last in a tower of loss that would scratch at the heavens if it were made real.”
― Terry Maggert, The Forest Bull

“Sometimes being pretty made people find pests less offensive, I guess.”
― Terry Maggert, Halfway Dead

“Finally, she told Lev that she could not go on, and he sat heavy on her bed with the breath crushed out of him by five decades of memories.”
― Terry Maggert, The Forest Bull

“Her straight brown hair rarely covered her trademark earrings, which ranged from spoon-like appendages covered in sequins to hoops that a parrot could roost in. Today, she had selected a demure pair of feathers plucked from some species of bird that took mating rituals very seriously, as no fewer than ten shades of greens and blues created a pattern that could cause a seizure disorder if one stared at them too long. ”
― Terry Maggert, The Forest Bull

“Dear, may I ask what you’re doing that would involve you being winded? Is there a bear nearby? Perhaps a rogue wolverine, or one of those aggressive squirrels with whom you seem to have an everlasting confrontation?”
― Terry Maggert, Halfway Bitten

“Not as troubling as your hair. Did you fight an owl last night?” I reached up to feel the springy locks of hair that had gone rogue. They were numerous, free of any pattern, and vaguely damp from the dew that settled on me in the night. I’d need a hat and some motor oil to slick them down; when my hair gets crazy, it becomes an alien life form that can threaten cities.”
― Terry Maggert, Halfway Dead

“a woman who grew up in a Midwestern household where variety meant moving the potatoes to the left side of the beef, it proved to be nothing short of a trip to another dimension.”
― Terry Maggert, The Waking Serpent

“One night a few months ago, after a few glasses of wine, I sat down and scrawled a manifesto defending my choice to shop online whenever possible. It looked something like this: Nearest good store is sixty miles away. Pants are required. Stores don’t serve wine. They don’t serve pizza, either. As”
― Terry Maggert, Halfway Dead

“Sandra, a blonde, favored skin-tight scrubs in garish colors to augment her makeup, which appeared to have been applied with a paint gun.”
― Terry Maggert, The Forest Bull

“....resembles a cat rolled in paint that has had a seizure.....on canvas.”
― Terry Maggert, The Waking Serpent

“Revenge was sort of my speciality. Well, that and waffles, but no one ever used them for revenge. That I know of.”
― Terry Maggert, Halfway Hunted

“why I’ve been pissing away my afternoon hanging something that looks like a cat rolled in paint and then had a seizure. On a canvas.”
― Terry Maggert, The Waking Serpent

“My eyes found Gyro, who had begun barking at a lizard with enthusiasm. The lizard goggled one eye at him from its perch on one of the boat davits and gave him the unmoving, reptilian equivalent of a middle finger. For a critter who weighed less than an ounce, it didn’t appear that he scared easily. Score one for the lizard.”
― Terry Maggert, The Waking Serpent

“Ugh. Could you quit smiling, please? It’s offensive.” His”
― Terry Maggert, Halfway Dead

“They’re all tools, if you ask me. Wait—not just tools, they’re big enough idiots that they need their own shed.”
― Terry Maggert, A Bride of Salt and Stars

“Aurelia.”
― Terry Maggert, A Bride of Salt and Stars

“....grew up in a Midwestern household where variety meant moving potatoes to the left side of the beef......”
― Terry Maggert, The Waking Serpent