Adrian Ng

“He built no fire. He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness at the edge of the world and as he lay there the agony in his heart was like a stake.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity's affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss--a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity's mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world's thirstiest gerbil.”
― Molly Ringle

“Gerald began—but was interrupted by a piercing whistle which cost him ten percent of his hearing permanently, as it did everyone else in a ten-mile radius of the eruption, not that it mattered much because for them “permanently” meant the next ten minutes or so until buried by searing lava or suffocated by choking ash—to pee.”
― Jim Gleeson

“Jun Do held the book, felt its soft cover. “I could read some with you,” she said. “Do you know of Christ?” Jun Do nodded. “I’ve been briefed on him.”
― Adam Johnson, The Orphan Master's Son