The tree looked like just another tree. The birds still sang. Insects still flew. The breeze still moved through the place. How could something so fucking ugly happen somewhere so beautiful and not change a single fucking thing?
‘The alien doctor wouldn’t be anything like Dr. Patel. Jeremy’s doctor was caring and kind; he just liked to talk. No needles, no knives, no painfully invasive probes.’
He sat and smoked and gazed out of the murky window at Coney Island. The boardwalk. The beach. The ocean. He had been holed up in the hotel room for days now and it felt as though the room was gradually expanding as he felt himself diminish. It felt as though he was being slowly …
Charlie had never thought he’d be the kind of person to kill a man but with Welles’ bloody corpse staring up at him, well, there really was no doubt in his mind…
‘Have you ever been so cross at the world, nothing makes you feel better except seeing someone bleed?’
Max’s Filipino Taxi Dancehall was a real shithole… And it didn’t have a dance floor.
“Time for good times, you’re thinking. Chance to use her sister’s bed.”
“When they came back, Jodie’d been dead for a few days.”