Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Jonathan Maberry

Quote by Jonathan Maberry

“Benny Imura couldn't hold a job, so he took to killing. It was the family business. He barely liked his family-and by family he meant his older brother, Tom-and he definitely didn't like the idea of "business". Or work. The only part of the deal that sounded like it might be fun was the actual killing.”

Quote by Jonathan Maberry

Book:Rot & Ruin
Create image

Work

Rot & Ruin

In a world where the dead have risen and the living are fighting for survival, a young man embarks on a perilous quest to locate his brother, who vanished during the zombie outbreak. The story unfolds in a world where society has crumbled, and the protagonist must navigate a landscape filled with danger and moral dilemmas. more

Author

Jonathan Maberry
Jonathan Maberry

Jonathan Maberry is an American author known for his works in the genres of horror and suspense. His novels often blend elements of science fiction, fantasy, and horror, and have gained a significant following among readers. more

You May Also Like

“Winnie and Big Leo Chao were serving scallion pancakes decades before you could find them outside of a home kitchen. Leo, thirty-five years ago, winning his first poker game against the owners of a local poultry farm, exchanged his chips for birds that Winnie transformed into the shining, chestnut-colored duck dishes of far-off cities. Dear Winnie, rolling out her bing the homemade way, two pats of dough together with a seal of oil in between, letting them rise to a steaming bubble in the piping pan. Leo, bargaining for hard-to-get ingredients; Winnie subbing wax beans for yard-long beans, plus home-growing the garlic greens, chives, and hot peppers you used to never find in Haven. Their garden giving off a glorious smell.”

HomegrownFamily BusinessChinese Cooking
Book:The Family Chao
Create image

“Nothing, however, sold like raw honeycomb. This late in the summer, bottles of the sticky, sugared medicine practically flew off their shelves. Eva understood. Twenty-five years of keeping the bees with her father and older sister, and still she thrilled each time she sank her teeth into those warm, dripping cells. There was a strangely primal allure to that hint of spice among the sweet, pollen and enzymes sliding down her tongue. It was hard, when paired with one of the teas in their Honey Shoppe, not to call that magic. Tourists came from miles around for a taste of the honeyman’s bottled summertime and a sachet of herbs they fully believed would rid them of their ailments. Dad shrugged off their wilder beliefs, always saying that nature was magic enough. He didn’t disclose his somewhat enchanted green thumb, or his habit of collecting rare and mysterious flowers far up the mountain. Nor did he mention his magical daughter, whose greenhouse was brimming with herbs and florals Eva had cultivated to heal and cure.”

HoneyFamily BusinessHerbal MagicShoppe
Book:Honey in Her Veins
Create image

“In the Strongs' case, Lidy taught Hiram everything he knew about making shine. A medicine woman of sorts, she often turned to tinctures for those seeking relief. Made with their homemade liquor, the elixirs could offer a much-needed calming effect at a certain dosage or serve as a painkiller in larger ones. As for special ingredients, she rarely made the same recipe twice. Lidy loved nothing more than tossing a bucketful of overripe peaches or the innards of a mushy melon into the corn mash. Or fermenting some fresh fruit in a batch of shine to make her hooch something special--- and giving those peaches or pawpaws a kick. Shine's daddy had followed suit. But they didn't speak of that extra "somethin'-somethin'" outside the family. You went to your grave with that shit. Or you might get put in it early.”

RecipesFruitsFermentationMoonshineFamily Business
Book:The Moonshine Women
Create image

“DIE GRILLE In tiefer Nacht schlüpfe ich unter den Kotatsu um ein Gedicht zu schreiben doch nach der ersten Zeile füllen meine Augen sich mit Tränen irgendwo zirpt eine Grille wer weint den besuche ich nicht ruft sie Grille kleiner Sänger komm morgen wieder morgen erwarte ich dich mit lachendem Gesicht”

MorgenGrilleTräneKomm Morgen Wieder
Book:Du bist nie zu alt um glücklich zu sein - Lebensweisheiten einer Hundertjährigen
Create image