Trafton Haynes

“A flaming, screaming comet fell from the heavens and embedded itself into the ground nearby. Samantha. She was nothing but a scorched, round head. The word “Fuck” remained emblazoned on her forehead. A single, white curl of hair had somehow survived and remained on the top of her head. She floated upward and shook herself off. She floated up to us standing over Louis. “I saved him,” she said. “You’re welcome. Now where’s my new doggie?”
― Matt Dinniman, This Inevitable Ruin

“I realized that such outrage was poisoning my spirit. There was nothing I could do to stop the world from changing, so I had to change with it and seek a balance.”
― Kevin Hearne, Hunted