Alexa Fitch > Alexa's Quotes

“When Phillip's father found out that his son had decided to become a #crimefiction writer...he told Phillip that would be inappropriate considering his past...Phillip chose to ignore him...”
― Alexa Recio de Fitch, Triggers

“It’s true, my father’s a murderer and I put him in prison,” Detective Jónsdóttir replied. Both her palms rested on the table. “But my personal life’s got nothing to do with this case.”
― Alexa Recio de Fitch, Triggers

“Victor lingered a moment longer to see the burgundy liquid, not wine, that he had uncorked and decanted along the track. He left the dead man inside and then made his way out of the station.”
― Alexa Recio de Fitch, Triggers

“Don’t look down,” Prope Mortem said while he laughed.
Phillip focused on the buildings in front of him as he climbed. There was no avoiding it; the view lured him in. It was a carnivalesque visual cacophony of LED and neon lights crashing.
Prope Mortem sat on the edge of the crane. “See ya!” he screamed and threw himself off, into the air.
Phillip scaled his way down the crane, raced to the edge of the roof, threw his hands up into the air, and screamed. Even though Prope Mortem wore a parachute on his back, Phillip’s muscles tightened as he watched the younger man jump into the abyss.”
― Alexa Recio de Fitch, Triggers

“New York buried a few subway stations such as the one at City Hall, its inaugural showpiece, in 1945. The transit authority decided against cremation; instead they sealed the street entrances of this mausoleum, induced this sleeping beauty’s coma and trapped her below a park.”
― Alexa Recio de Fitch, Triggers

“A few days later, at three a.m. on a weekday, he arrived at Fulton Street Station. Once he descended inside, Phillip walked onto the subway platform. When nobody was around, Phillip jumped to the subway track. After he examined the place for cameras, motion detectors, and subway workers, he paced into the tunnel. No trains were around, so he proceeded. Immersed in blue light, perspiration and his body odor, he proceeded with trembling feet. Little by little, Phillip made his way into City Hall station.”
― Alexa Recio de Fitch, Triggers