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

“that was a moral path through deep woods that kept spiraling in on itself until there were no more abominations to kill but myself.”
― Kevin Hearne, Hunted