Quotes from David Niall Wilson

When things got a bit too drunk out, the Gin was famous for what Cletus liked to term "Redneck Olympics." He'd watched them at it more than once, and he knew better than to stick around when things started to run south of sane.

He left his office and made a beeline for the lounge and the coffee machine. He was reasonably certain that caffeine wasn't going to help in this instance, but as his dad had always told him, it couldn't hurt.

Why does it always feel like I'm standing on the edge of some kind of big, black pit?" "There are a lot of pits," Donovan said. "The most interesting lives are lived walking around the rims.

You are a strange man, Mr. Poe." "So I've been told," Edgar said. "I'd rather be strange than boring. It's a flaw in my character.

We'll handle this ourselves." Then the line went dead before Mack could point out that there was a confused army between them and "'handling"' it.

It wasn't so much the fear of Los Escorpiones as the fact he could not see them. He could not hear them. He felt them like prickles of ice walking on spider feet over his skin. He sensed them in the hairs at the nape of his neck. He tasted the fear of those surrounding him, and an answering…something…in the darkness.

The world is full of healing; you just got to know where to look.

Jasper didn't look convinced. Cletus slapped him on the back. "It's been long enough since you went to church, Jaz," he said. "I come to your trailer all the time," Jasper said pointedly. "You ARE ordained.

So many things that might have been," Edgar said. "My life – I'm afraid – will be recorded as a series of things that are, and better things that might have been. My heart is sore, and I have never felt so weary.

He wondered briefly if that was how it always was with magic. It started out vital and potent, and then, over time, as men and women fought to possess it, hide it, steal it, and decipher it, it grew more and more obscure.

Well, that's me," Cletus said. "I've seen a lot of strange things. Hell, I've seen Jasper eat barbecue. Takes a lot to faze me.

One thing I do know, and I believe you know it too, is that what he is doing goes against the very grain of the universe. He's taking the path of Icarus, and no matter how you mix the wax, it melts when it gets too close to the sun.

They owned a pickup truck that, when on the road, looked like it had risen from a junkyard of its own volition and might have to be shot in the head to be killed.

He always woke early, had coffee, checked his e-mail and then decided whether to climb back into bed.

What is that?" Isabella asked him. "Courage," he said. "I'm with you – we kill the damn thing, whatever the hell it is, but I'm not going in there unprepared." "You have weapons? You have something to give you strength?" "I got beer, lady. I got a shotgun, and I got beer.

There's no such thing as coincidence – only controlled bursts of fate.