John Cena

“highest mortality rate of any in the hospital. And why not? Clay thought morosely. We’re the worst off. The ones with the gravest of injuries. With Ruth deciding who she wanted to kill. When Clay awoke on a Sunday morning, he had a new neighbor on E Ward. The man was old. Older than any man Clay could remember seeing. For several minutes, Clay stared at him. The man had a beard, snow white for the most part, although it looked as though chewing tobacco had stained the edges of his mustachios. His hair was equally as white, and nearly as long. The pale locks framed a face seemingly crafted from thin paper-mache. Each cheekbone was highlighted, the eyes sunk deep in their sockets. Thick, wiry eyebrows, accentuated the valleys and grooves”
― Ron Ripley, Sanford Hospital

“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

“Tell me, where’s the subject now?” “Walking the National Mall with his son.” “What kind of monitoring?” “Electronic. Far safer.” Reznick stayed quiet, knowing Maddox was right. “How about we speak later today?” “When?” “I don’t know. But stay”
― J.B. Turner, Hard Road

“house? Not a terrible idea at all. Sure, giving tours of the infamous Barrett House didn’t quite financially work out for the previous owner,”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts