They held each other and wept as the night closed its fist around their tiny shelter, and the world below them seethed with killers both living and dead.
Jonathan MaberryThis one looks good,” said Chong over breakfast the next morning. Benny read out loud from the paper. “‘Pit Thrower.’ What’s that?” “I don’t know,” Chong said with a mouth full of toast. “I think it has something to do with barbecuing.” It didn’t.
Jonathan MaberryRage was sometimes a useful ally in the heat of a fight, but it was a trickster. It made everything seem possible.
Jonathan MaberryCourage is tricky, oily. Easy to drop, easy to misplace." "I thought that if you had courage you always had it.". . . "Lilah, nothing is always there. Not courage, not joy, not hate or hope or anything else. We find courage, lose it, sometimes misplace it for years, and sometimes live in its grace for a while.
Jonathan Maberry