Zack

“But I always found that a bit awful of God. To withhold evidence, if the Cosmic Egg is so important. That’s how Hildegard von Bingen puts it—the Cosmic Egg. But yeah, it’s suspiciously stingy to give us nothing but a couple of self-professed messiahs every three thousand years. Prophets whose stories don’t align. Mary on toast. Somebody’s cured muscular dystrophy. It’s a lot to ask of us without collateral, don’t you think? Especially when there are so many competing stories, and the stakes are so high. Inferno or paradise. Forever.”
― Tess Gunty, The Rabbit Hutch

“A few folks say the man mumbles to himself all the while he’s doing whatever it is he’s doing. Keeping time, could be. If he notices anyone watching him, he tips his hat to them, then returns to his work. That gesture, that tip of the hat, bothers whoever’s on the receiving end of it. There’s mockery in the touch of hand to hat, not enough to be insulting, but more than enough to make a person self-conscious. There’s a kind of warning to it, too, as if the man is saying, “Okay, you’ve seen me: now run along.” There are few who see it who don’t leave off their viewing and go straight home.”
― John Langan, The Fisherman

“Alyssa!” Nathan grabbed the wheel. “The road!” (There was no one else on the road. You should see how wide those streets are.)”
― Taffy Brodesser-Akner, Long Island Compromise

“Tom studies his daughter’s expression. Her questing eyes are framed by lashes as fine and soft as anything on the earth. They contain a vulnerability he finds near unbearable. The moment is fleeting but he feels that he only truly sees his daughter at bedtime and is granted glimpses into the wholeness of her. Once the chatter and antics subside and she rests, he is often struck by a breath-stealing recognition of the little person that he has created and must protect.”
― Adam Nevill, Cunning Folk