Quotes from Jonathan Maberry

A bite will still hurt, but it won't kill you.

Hell was something the Lost Girl knew. She has lived it all her life.

But there never was a country, no matter how noble or well-intentioned, that wasn't infected by a greedy and power-hungry few.

Leaving is never easy," said Tom. "Even when you know you have to go.

There is music in the noise, beauty in the chaos, truth in the lies, light in the void. He who has eyes, let him see.

But sometimes shame is a more powerful engine than rage. Like rage, it burns hot; and like rage it tends to consume its own furnace.

What could I do? I was afraid he'd point at me and say 'Him!,' and then lightning bolts would hit me or something" -Chong

That's got to be Nix," Benny said as he pulled the door open. "Hey, sweetie..." Morgie Mitchell and Lou Chong stood on the black porch. "Um," said Chong, "hello to you, too, sugar lumps.

Okay," I said slowly, "but what the hell would you mate a horse with to get a unicorn, because I don't see horses and narwhales doing the dirty boogie.

Hell's a-coming and we all gotta learn to play the blues. (347)

His specialty was interrogation. Imagine it, gentlemen. Being strapped to a table so that you are entirely at the mercy of a monster such as this. A person who delights in your pain. A person to whom your screams are more delicious than a lover's whisper. A creature who knows how to keep you alive while he skillfully and meticulously deconstructs those things that define you as human?

I took a very careful hold of the metal door handle. No shocks and nothing exploded. I pulled gently and the door yielded, but I stayed on the balls of my feet. If I felt the tension of a wire or heard a click, I was going to set a new land speed record for a scared white guy in a hazmat suit.

Benny Imura sat in the dark and spoke with monsters. It was like that every day. It had become the pattern of his life. Shadows and blood. And monsters. Everywhere. Monsters.

He never did get right all the way again. And every once in a while he'd come down all bitey.

He could laugh, though, and there was no bluesman who ever lived who didn't know how to laugh at the craziness of life.

Evil never dies. It merely waits. And it grows stronger in the dark.

A sword by itself is not evil. A sword can be used to slay an enemy, or release a suffering friend into the darkness. A sword can cut ropes that bind the helpless. A raised sword can be a threat or it can be a symbol of leadership...A weapon, my children, is good or evil depending on the intention of whoever holds it.

Nerves were on hair triggers, and if my virgin aunt had stepped out from behind those crates with a puppy in one hand and a baby in the other my guys would have capped her.

When Tony lost it, it would be up to Ruger to take Lady Death by the tits and giver a good tweak. That's how he saw it. Give Lady Death's tits a good tweak.

This was a better place. Not just this new town, but this new world. So much brighter and cleaner than the old world of rot and ruin, fire and ash.

Lilah stood above them, tall and beautiful, her white hair whipping in the fresh breeze, her clothes streaked with gore, her hazel eyes glowing with fire. She turned slowly to Nix and in her ghostly whisper of a voice said, "I hate boys.

He's a ghost, not a carnival magician. -Benny Imura

Well, maybe that would have happened if the world hadn't ended. It did. The world ended. On a friday.

Even though Tom wasn't moving, he seemed to be a little farther away. For the first time Benny realized that there were other people in the hallways. They were indistinct, more of a sense of movement in the gray light rather than specific shapes. He thought he recognized one of them, though. "Chong?" The figure stopped moving, but he stood with his back to Benny. "Tom-is that Chong?" "Is that Chong?" Benny asked again. "Is...is he going with you?