duncan powell

“His diary’s empty, River. Mostly he stares at the ceiling and farts.”
― Mick Herron, Dead Lions

“Her hair is a mass of little curls. Does she make the curls herself, with tongs? Unlikely: it would take hours every day. They must grow that way. He has never seen such a tessitura from close by. The veins on her ears are visible as a filigree of red and purple. The veins of her nose too. And then a chin that comes straight out of her chest, like a pouter pigeon’s. As an ensemble, remarkably unattractive.”
― J.M. Coetzee, Disgrace

“The leaves don’t so much fall as rip from the trees. All of them are red, and they skitter along the roads like bleeding stars under that knife of moon.”
― Ferdia Lennon, Glorious Exploits

“all while Mabel barked and wagged at the same time to show she was friendly, yet capable of extreme violence.”
― Belinda Bauer, Exit