Joe DeRouen Quotes

#1. Thank God Ben had been there to wake her.
But then, when hadn't he been there? It was she that kept pushing him away. Even as a kid, before his adoration of her had turned into a full-blown crush, she'd kept him at arm's length.

Joe DeRouen

#2. She stared at her face in the mirror, feeling everything around her slipping away. The face stared back, and she wondered who was looking at her.

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#3. Why didn't you escape?"
"Because," she panted, releasing the boy's arm, "no one tells me what to do, not even you. And besides, if you didn't catch it before, I 'm awfully fond of you.

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#4. She suddenly felt herself gasping for air, as if she'd momentarily forgotten how to breathe. She rocked back in her chair and nearly fell over, then slumped against the green-covered table. The bowl fell from her fingers, shattering at her feet, broken glass scattering everywhere.

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#5. He'd need the woman's help to set things right; he just didn't like having to wake the dead.

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#6. She stared at the phone, feeling guilty. She finally slid across the overstuffed Pleather couch and away from watching old episodes of The Twilight Zone. She was free tonight, apparently, so she might as well pay Ben a visit. She picked up the phone and dialed his cell.

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#7. Fred Ruskin barreled through the rain down Buchanan Street in his battered Pacer, the jar his dead wife had directed him to retrieve from his nephew's coffin bouncing in the seat beside him.

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#8. cheap, pea-green carpet looming up at him all

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#9. Wow," he said after their lips parted. Her taste still haunted his mouth, and the smell of her perfume lingered in his nostrils. "I guess I'll have to get in fights more often.

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#10. Thinking about such things soothed the creature as it dug at the base of a tall oak tree, deep into the ground, covering itself with dirt and leaves and moss; hiding, healing, waiting.

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#11. Finally, mercifully, the spasms subsided, as the old man's head lolled back, his mouth hanging open, taking in deep, ragged breaths of stale, recirculated air.

Joe DeRouen