“He sits ramrod straight, like a man beaten out of slouching and twitching as a boy. Like a man of gentility, unaccustomed to dark corners and dank basements--at least from this side of them. He does not seem exactly unfamiliar with the unsightly. With the putrid. And maybe that's only from having to scrounge out a living in it, now that he's lost everything--a man of misfortunes. Maybe it's because at another time, he was the man with the power to snuff things out in the dark.” DarknessAntihero Book:Suffering Fools Source: Suffering Fools
“Nebraska dark didn't close in, it stretched out...Broad stretching sky covering everything, everything, forever. He could see what was ahead in the beam of his headlights, but beyond that was more of the same. Of the same. Of the same. No tight corners or dead-ends. No earth-trapping suffocation. The opposite. There was nothing, forever, nothing, and he could breathe in and breathe in and breathe in and breathe in until his lungs exploded and there would still be more air, more wind, clawing its way down his useless throat. That was Nebraska.” DarknessNebraska Book:Inheritance Source: Inheritance