Arthur Curry

“What the hell is he talking about? Then he saw them, gathering in formation like tiny jets on a strafing run. He thought at first they were doves, but that made no sense, because doves didn’t congregate in such coordinated patterns and they were too far inland to be seagulls. He couldn’t judge their size or distance, so high and feathery was”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“I’m the government now,” Sarge said. “Sure, there might be other bunkers like this one. Maybe even our beloved president is playing a hand of poker and drinking beer in one as we speak. I’ve heard rumors there are serious bunkers out in Colorado where they have entire armored divisions and even planes in shielded bunkers, where the electromagnetic pulse wouldn’t have affected them. Maybe even the Russians and Chinese are already rolling this way.”
― Scott Nicholson, Milepost 291

“The end of the world had taught Rachel Wheeler many lessons, but the most recent one was this: Running for your life was a bitch when you only had one leg. She tightened the moist, stained bandana that kept the worst of the leaking to a minimum, then hobbled forward another ten feet. The wild dog that had bitten her could have inflicted any number of infections, but it wasn’t like she could hobble into the ER and”
― Scott Nicholson, Milepost 291

“wasn’t even much of a lie, despite her atheism. Because really, what wasn’t better than Heaven’s Veil?  But Clara wouldn’t listen. Didn’t get it. She kept saying that they could just follow Grandpa — a request that made Lila visibly pale and Raj uncomfortable. The girl kept saying that she really wanted to find him, especially if he was on his way to somewhere idyllic. And, because she was Clara, she used that word, too: idyllic. A freaky child prodigy who spoke like a college student but still didn’t understand death. It was like a cartoon evil genius who happens to”
― Sean Platt, Annihilation