Brian Haslett

“A few days back I had been chased by a massive, two-headed puppy. I’d crashed an airplane into the face of a god. I watched a talking goat snuggle up with a vampire after they killed the universe’s largest turkey. I’d just chucked a haunted sex doll head fifty kilometers in order to settle a girl fight between that same head and a makeup-encrusted demon the size of a small town. I’d just reached into the head of a rock monster in order to pluck a parasitic worm from his head.”
― Matt Dinniman, The Gate of the Feral Gods

“Bridget gave me a hard look. 'Poor Howard. And Bobs in general. You're so civilized and empathetic toward others that you just can't understand that some people are just assholes. This is no different from any number of tin-pot dictators in Earth history. Little men, mostly, who measure their worth by the number of people and amount of resources they control.'
I shook my head, feeling suddenly combative. 'And again, to what end?'
'This isn't an instrumental goal, Howard. The control is the endgame. It's not for anything.”
― Dennis E. Taylor, Not Till We Are Lost

“A moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold dear from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost.
His heart, the war.
Her face, the battlefield.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“The boy who never sleeps, sleeping. Coming to rest upon the Cassiopeian shore, an island in the middle of a sea of blood. You have your promise, and I have you.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave