26 Quotes by S.R. Hughes

Under lightless skies, dark things flourished.

It was funny how little justice seemed to come in the wake of justice being done. It was funny how often the word “funny” described horrors that couldn’t be screamed away.

I’m looking for information.”She lifted her arms, indicating the breadth of the library, and declared with self-parodied drama, “I’m surrounded by it!

What could someone say to the dead to earn their forgiveness?

The deal involved saving your life. There aren’t any subsection clauses to that. I saved your life. And if you hurt that kid, I’ll take it back.”Frank’s lips flapped, making sounds but not words.Deirdre didn’t wait for him to figure out how to speak again.

if you’ll let me hijack your feed for one second, I think we could help each other. The voice was chemical-sweet, carcinogenic, a pool of oily promise cooking in a silver spoon. Its silky bravado reminded Deirdre of stories about devils and demons, about dark fae spirits feasting on firstborn children after a handshake and a trick.

It was teeth and talons and fire and mustard gas, it was ghosts scorched into Hiroshima streets, showerheads pouring poison into tiled rooms, and a grasp that twined itself around his own bones, a tongue that licked for marrow in his own spine, and a hunger he could feel in his own stomach.

Victor made an amused sound from the threshold.Nora’s eyes flicked to him. “What? What is it?”“I told them you were bad with people.”“I’m not bad with people.”“You aren’t great with them,” Deirdre said.