Paul

“My own plain hand, crosshatched and whorled in a mesh of expressive lines, a life terrain, might itself be the object of a person’s study and wonder for years. A cosmology against the void.”
― Don DeLillo, White Noise

“A sword of pure moonlight flashed in the angel’s hand. The two fought viciously as another dark shape closed in. The girl fell. Closer to the ground now. Close to the priest. He ran under her. Her form grew bigger swiftly, coming at him. Please, God. He caught her, mostly. His nose bloodied, his eye shut, his mouth full of grit. They rolled. She smelled of juniper. Somehow he picked her up and ran.”
― Christopher Buehlman, Between Two Fires

“The last novel Brandeggen wrote—The Red Handler Lands in Trouble with the Authorities—is therefore also better understood in relation to this unused origin story, since the freedom the Red Handler has been given eventually comes back to bite him and is revoked due to either unsubmitted paperwork or the incident detailed in The Red Handler and the Out-of-Control-Urine.”
― Johan Harstad, Red Handler

“Crime fiction for the gentleman who loves crime novels, but hates reading.”
― Johan Harstad, Red Handler