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“Because if someone owed me several thousand, and then stole from my house, and then I found out he had the money and didn’t pay me back, I’d be pretty pissed,” Hackett said.”
― E.C. Diskin, Broken Grace

“They’d been through this before. He was flirty. It was inappropriate, but he seemed to delight in her squirming. The only way to face him was head on.  “Fine, Chris.”
― Sean Platt, Contact

“The owner as he crosses the board floor, moving between shelves, past stacked crates and burlap sacks bulging with sugar and flour. “Jessup? It’s Brady! You in back?” The twelve burros crane their scrawny necks in his direction when Brady emerges from the merc. He reaches into his greatcoat, pulls out a tin of Star Navy tobacco, and shoves a chaw between lips and gums gone blackish purple in the last year. “What the hell?” he whispers. When he delivered supplies two weeks ago, this little mining town was bustling. Now Abandon looms listless before him in the gloom of late afternoon, streets empty, snow banked high against the unshoveled plank sidewalks, no tracks as far as he can see. The cabins scattered across the lower slopes lie buried to their chimneys, and with not a one of them smoking, the air smells too clean. Brady is a man at home in solitude, often spending days on the trail, alone in wild, quiet places, but this silence is all wrong—a lie. He feels menaced by it, and with each passing moment, more certain that something.”
― Blake Crouch, Abandon

“No, thank you.” Isis turned back to Mercer. “You should discuss this with him. He’ll be at dinner, but I’d suggest bringing it up after, when you can catch him alone. You don’t want a repeat of this morning.”
― Nick Thacker, The Atlantis Deception