Ka Desautelle

“The strange dance with the Infected continued, but the Loopers in the middle of the room were building into a frenzy, playing or fighting or maybe fucking each other — who the hell knew? Jessie fought not to throw up at the thought.”
― William Kely McClung, LOOP

“Realism can break a writer's heart.”
― Salman Rushdie, Shame

“I've never had a boy in here," Martin said in a serious voice. "I've never touched another man, as a matter of fact. . . .except for my father. That was my duty."

Blomkvist's temples were pounding. He could not put his weight on his feet without being strangled. He tried to use his fingers to get a grip on the concrete wall behind him, but there was nothing to hold onto.

"It's time," Martin Vanger said.

He put a hand on the strap and pulled down. Blomkvist instantly felt the noose cut into his neck.

"I've always wondered how a man tastes."

He increased the pressure on the noose and leaned forward to kiss Blomkvist on the lips at the same time that a cold voice cut through the room.

"Hey you fucking creep, in this shithole I've got a monopoly on that one.”
― Stieg Larsson, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit. Proverbs 18:21 NASB”
― John Ramirez, Armed and Dangerous: The Ultimate Battle Plan for Targeting and Defeating the Enemy