John Cena

“Always looking for me. He left red drops in the white, fallen from his fish knife. Not fish blood though. Man blood. Boy blood. Lad from Tucket lost his scalp to that knife. Scrap of hair and pink hung from the man’s belt. That was dripping too, hot and fresh. He’d”
― Beth Lewis, The Wolf Road

“me fired up.’ ‘Thought you said you were trying to avoid this kind of thing in retirement.’ ‘I was. Doesn’t seem to be working out at all. I was adamant that this was the day I would put it all behind me. It’s why I was in such a hurry to leave Corsica. The old me would have razed half the island to the ground to sort out the mercenary situation.’ ‘That seems to be what you’re doing now.”
― Matt Rogers, Reloaded

“On his first attempt to get up, his knees buckled and he sat down hard enough to send”
― Blake Crouch, Pines

“The last twelve hours had been tense, everyone seeing the Mexican border looming large, and beyond it, the wide world into which someone like Vasquez could vanish. But with each move the abnorm made, Cooper got better at predicting the next. Like peeling away layers of tissue paper to reveal the object beneath, a vague form began to resolve into the pattern that defined his target.”
― Marcus Sakey, Brilliance