Michael Jesse Battle

“His eyes were empty. There was no sadness, no anger, just the watchful emptiness of a predator.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Triumphs

“limestone lies about the eroded land like schools of sunning dolphin, gray channeled backs humped at the infernal sky.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Orchard Keeper

“He raised his face to the paling day. Are you there? he whispered. Will I see you at the last? Have you a neck by which to throttle you? Have you a heart? Damn you eternally have you a soul? Oh God, he whispered. Oh God.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“He said that even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering and he thought that he’d guessed out likewise for the living a nominal grief like a grange from which disaster and ruin are proportioned by laws of equity too subtle for divining.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree