42 Quotes About The-foxhole-court

Now it seemed he'd been wrong all along; Kevin hadn't escaped either. No matter what they did or who they became, maybe they never would.

Such an unexpected will to survive from someone who has nothing to live for.

What would it take to make you stay?"The question was so unexpected Neil had to turn back. "What?"Andrew laughed quietly at his shock and leaned forward. "Name it and it's yours. It doesn't matter what it is so long as you stand your ground here with us.

Neil watched Kevin wilt beneath the weight of his brother’s – no, owner’s – fury and kissed his survival instincts goodbye. He grabbed Riko’s shirt and hauled him back.

there's someone here to see you." To someone who'd spent half his life outrunning his past they were words from a nightmare.

Light glinted off a bright yellow racquet as the stranger took a swing, and Neil was going too fast to stop. Wood slammed into his gut hard enough to crush his lungs into his spine. He didn't remember falling, but suddenly he was on his hands and knees, scrabbling ineffectually at the floor as he tried to breathe. He'd puke if he could only manage that first gasp, but his body refused to cooperate.

Wymack raked the group with a look “I don’t see any guests. Neil’s a fox. He’s not going to get any special treatment just because it’s his first day. Don’t want him thinking this team is anything but dysfunctional or June will be a rude wake-up call.

Getting out took some serious wiggling since it wasn’t quite big enough for him, but desperation was a valuable lubricant.

[…] “If I can’t get an answer from you, I’ll get it wherever I can. How about I start with your parents?”“Good luck,” Neil said, feeling cold all over. “They’re dead.”“Did you kill them?”He [Andrew] said it so casually, like he was asking for the time, that Neil could only stare at him for a minute. It was such an unreasonable leap of logic Neil didn’t understand how he even thought to ask it. Then he remembered who he was talking to and asked, “Did you kill yours?