Gator Quotes

“The gator rolled a scarred eye toward him. Then it opened its jaws slightly-- and something pale dropped out, floating toward the skiff like a tiny, drifting leaf.
Caleb stared.
Not bone.
Not bait.
A human finger.
A second one surfaced beside it, caught in the current.”
― Darin Hartley, The Gator Took Three

“Get me in here. Get me in here now!" I order. I have to get out of the swamp before it happens again.
But it does.
I feel it before I see it. Dozens of thick, razor-sharp needles pierce my right leg, sinking into my skin. It hurts like nothing I've felt before, and a strangled scream of pain escapes me.
Babette whips her head around, the motor forgotten. "Rylan! What is it!"
"Get me out! GET ME OUT!" I scream. Fearfully, I look over my shoulder, but seconds later I wish I hadn't as the attacker comes to the surface. It has a scaly body, sharp claws, feral eyes, and a long, ugly, sneering snout that's clamped around my leg.
Melanie identifies it with a shriek. "GATOR!”
― Colleen Boyd, Swamp Angel