Jacob Levenson

“Eyes that did not seem attached to anything rational stared out at the gentleman from a craggy canvas of inebriation, grief and hatred. In the leather holster that depended from John Lawrence Plugford’s waist sat a wide gauge sawed-off shotgun that had been covered with black paint. “Good morning,” Nathaniel said to the bestial face.”
― S. Craig Zahler, Wraiths of the Broken Land

“Somewhere far off a cannon sounded. Half a minute later there was another blast, which seemed to come from the opposite direction.
"Fools can't get to sleep," Sergeyich said to himself. "Probably just warming their hands.”
― Andrey Kurkov, Grey Bees

“Humberto drank a deep draught of red wine and sighed at the concepts of fidelity and monogamy to which he was shackled. He would remain faithful to his wife for the remainder of his life, and he would never caress or be caressed by a new woman ever again.
There were many reasons to hope for an afterlife.”
― S. Craig Zahler, Wraiths of the Broken Land

“Putin’s calculation is simple: a Ukraine with a permanent war in its eastern region will never be fully welcomed by Europe or the rest of the world.”
― Andrey Kurkov, Grey Bees