Krista

“I think I’ve used this metaphor before somewhere, but it’s akin to a single photon of light that travels for literally billions of years, only to smack right into the unobserved butthole of a dead, bloated gazelle on the plains of the Serengeti. “That’s like a weirdly specific analogy,” Zev muttered.”
― Matt Dinniman, A Parade of Horribles

“Carl,” Prepotente said, stopping me. He wiped his eyes again. “Yeah?” “You can call me Pony if you like.”
― Matt Dinniman, A Parade of Horribles

“Toddler Cocaine. Also known as Daddy’s Little Snow Drops, this is a giant pile of low-dose but highly addictive cocaine specifically designed to be sold directly to children, who are much too fragile to enjoy and too poor to afford the higher-grade stuff. This is the raw product before the patent-pending Wack Flavoring is added. The Coblyn Corporation has a problem. They’re addicts. All of them. These small gnomelike creatures were unable to stop the world from encroaching on their caves. Once the larger, stronger, and more powerful creatures of the world discovered the rich minerals buried under their feet, they did what large, strong people do. They took it for themselves, never mind that these caves were the only home the knockers had ever known.”
― Matt Dinniman, A Parade of Horribles

“Elle: Donut, I love you, but have you ever considered not saying everything that comes to you the moment it pops into your head? Donut: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”
― Matt Dinniman, A Parade of Horribles