Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Barry Lyga

Quote by Barry Lyga

“For his part, Jazz knew he was handsome. It had nothing to do with looking in the mirror, which he rarely did. It had everything to do with the way the girls at school looked at him, the way they became satellites when he walked by, their orbits contorted by his own mysterious gravity. If attention could be measured like the Doppler effect, girls would show a massive blue shift in his presence. In the last year or so, he had even remarked the scrutiny of older women—teachers, cashiers at stores, the woman who delivered UPS packages to his house. What had once been a maternal flavor in their glances had taken on a lingering, cool sort of appraisal. He could almost hear them thinking, Not yet. But soon. Despite his upbringing, despite the infamy of his father, they still watched him. Or maybe because of it. Maybe Howie was right about bad boys.”

Quote by Barry Lyga

Work

I Hunt Killers

In this suspenseful story, teenage girl Jazz is raised by her father, a former hitman turned serial killer hunter. After her father is killed, Jazz must take on the role of hunter herself, following in his footsteps to track down and stop other serial killers. The novel delves into the complexities of family dynamics, the blurred lines between good and evil, and the psychological impact of growing up in such a dangerous world. more

Author

Barry Lyga
Barry Lyga

Barry Lyga is an American novelist known for his works focused on the themes of adolescence, exploring issues of identity, growth, and self-discovery. Born on September 11, 1971, his distinctive writing style has earned him a dedicated following among readers of all ages. more

You May Also Like

“His soft lips glide across my jaw. I’m dazzled by his touch, drugged by his promises, falling deeper and deeper into him. Before he reaches my mouth, I catch his hands and roll him off until he’s the one on his back, his wings no longer a hiding place but silky black pools along the ground. I prop my top half over his so I’m in control. “I can’t think,” I whisper. “You’re making me crazy.” “Insanity is the most pristine clarity.” He winds a leg around my hips and topples me onto him. “Let the lunacy in. Let it be your guide.” One corner of his mouth lifts to a boyish grin.”