Jacob

“Do not attempt to stop me,” Tom spat. “I will go and awaken. Outside of this house is sanity. Within it, destruction. Madness. Lunacy.”
― Ron Ripley, The Dunewalkers

“The printing finished—eighty-nine pages in under a minute—before he even made it there. A quick glance to check that the pages were collated properly, then he slipped a wide clip on the top left-hand corner. Then he put the report into the folder marked Butter and Squash Produce.”
― Patrick Logan, Shallow Graves

“He brought them back up to max-speed and followed the road, tearing around the bends as fast as he dared. This area was more perilous. Away from the estate, there were no houses boxing them in. No barricades, no railings. Just one wrong turn and a hundred-foot drop to certain death. The BMW was on its final throes. Any more significant force applied to its chassis would buckle it completely.”
― Matt Rogers, Reloaded

“turned the antenna selection dial, cycling through all eight positions, forward and aft. The tone went away when he limited reception to the aft antenna positions. Came back when he selected the forward positions. UL FWD—upper left forward—strongest of all. Line of sight away from Earth. Receiving from the outer solar system. Jack drew breath to call to the others, get up here, you have to hear this, and then he grew abashed. His cheeks heated. It’s just cosmic noise. Or some clever-clogs hacker pranking the space shuttle. Yet he kept listening,”
― Felix R. Savage, Freefall