Status Updates From The Devil Himself: A Novel

"Uncle Leonard still lives out this way, alone, save for with a lot of cats and a mannequin. Well, he lived with a mannequin until today. Somebody blew the thing’s head away with a forty-five.”

“It was what it was. You just deal with what’s in front of you. Folks a hundred years from now will probably complain all the same. The world will never stop being incomprehensible.”

"He felt a knot in his gut, a rare twist of anxiety. Only the thought of bodies floating facedown in a backwoods pond soothed his discomfort."

“I’m always ravenous,” he said, “after I deliver an Old Testament ass-whooping.”