Hank Cradic

“that was when it happened. A click of her jaw, like a pit bull’s or cobra’s unlocking”
― Megan Abbott, Give Me Your Hand

“Scott could feel the contents of his stomach flip over and over on themselves. He turned to the side and retched, frothy yellow bile spilled out onto the newspaper covered floor, filling the room with the putrid stench of previously ingested alcohol.

'Look's like someone can't hold their drink,' McBlane said, and Dominic and Shugg laughed.

Scott was still staring at the steam rising from his evacuated stomach contents as he heard the hammer fall. The dull crack of bone splintering under its weight.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“Just cause you get used to something doesn't mean you like it." He added, snapping the magenta, "You're used to me.”
― Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin

“You walk for days among trees and among stones. Rarely does the eye light on a thing, and then only when it has recognized that thing as the sign of another thing: a print in the sand indicates the tiger's passage; a marsh announces a vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter. All the rest is silent and interchangeable; trees and stones are only what they are.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities