Viking marauders descend on a much-plundered island, hoping some mayhem will shake off the winter blahs. A man is booted out of his home after his wife discovers that the print of a bare foot on the inside of his windshield doesn’t match her own. Teenage cousins, drugged by summer, meet with a... read more
This book is full of dark, and funny stories; all incredibly descriptive and realistic.
“Derrick came back into the living room. "Gotta take a ride over the bridge," he said. "Need to pull something out of a horse's pussy." "What kind of thing?" Bob asked. "A baby horse, I hope."”
For quite a while, we’d been nothing but an argument looking for different ways to happen.Highlighted by 18 Kindle customers
I got an understanding of how terrible love can be. You wish you hated those people, your wife and children, because you know the things the world will do to them, because you have done some of those things yourself. It’s crazy-making, yet you cling to them with everything and close your eyes against the rest of it. But still you wake up late at night and lie there listening for the creak and splash of oars, the clank of steel, the sounds of men rowing toward your home.Highlighted by 16 Kindle customers
He’d tell me love was like the chicken pox, a thing to get through early because it could really kill you in your later years.Highlighted by 14 Kindle customers
‘If you were an animal, what would you be?’ I wrote, ‘A bumblebee trying to fuck a marble.’ It’s true. Just grinding away at this goddamned thing that never gives back. Pointless.”Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
But Bob felt a kind of kinship with the slug. Had he been born a sea creature, he doubted God would have robed him in blue and yellow fins like the splendid dead fish at his feet, or put him in the body of a shark or barracuda or any of those exquisite destroyers. No, he’d probably have been family to this sea cucumber, built in the image of sewage and cursed with a chemical belch that ruined every lovely thing that drifted near.Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
It looked like a half-cooked eraser with dreams of someday becoming a prostitute.Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
I was hoping I could sell the patent for a hundred thousand or so and then hurry to the Gulf Coast to cram a pontoon boat and a big-titted stranger into the hollow places in my heart.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
He had slept wrong on his arms, and they’d gone numb. He tried to move them, and it was like trying to push a coin with your mind.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
Ours isn’t the kind of brotherhood I would wish on other men, but we are blessed with a single, simple gift: in these rare moments of happiness, we can share joy as passionately and single-mindedly as we do hatred. As we skimmed across the dimming lake, I could see how much it pleased him to see me at ease, to have his happiness magnified in my face and reflected back at him. No one said anything. This was love for us, or the best that love could do.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
Where Maya had been chosen to flit high above life’s brambles, Jacey was not ashamed to be the honest little boulder, rolling bluntly through the thorns.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
1. The Brown Coast
2. Retreat
3. Executors of Important Energies
4. Down Through the Valley
5. Leopard
6. Door in Your Eye
7. Wild America
8. On the Show
9. Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned
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