Victor

“I pulled out my lighter and flicked my wrist to snap it open and light the flame in one motion. (If you do it right, it looks very suave. I used to practice it for hours as a teenager, in hopes of impressing girls.)”
― T. Kingfisher, What Stalks the Deep

“My heart—I could not feel my heart, nor the emotion gripping it. What I felt was too big—it was as if it were outside me, a current that had swept me up and was rushing me along.”
― John Langan, The Fisherman

“each day that passed was another reminder of how far away I was from her.”
― John Langan, The Fisherman

“She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she’d learned that if she carried an open bottle of beer with her, she could appear social.”
― John Langan, The Fisherman