Sharp Teeth: A Novel

by Toby Barlow

“We don’t have to meet them halfway. We can always walk away from the table. We don’t have to say a word if we don’t want to. And the last rule is simple: if they think we might kill them, if they sense that in their balls and feel it tugging at the base of their brain, then, guess what, everything’s up for negotiation.”

He could sense her quietly looking for the tender spot, the place where she could reach in and tear the heart out of the world.

They all sat and waited for the future to arrive, as it tends to.

Everyone slept fine. Some coup d’états are kinda like that.