Paul Capewell

“The oaks and firs stood up as they reached the interstate and pushed on through the South West Pacific Highway to the Salmon River Highway, past places with names like Falling Creek, Tualatin, Joe Dancer Park, and Erratic Rock. Places you could walk out into and die and never be found. He could imagine them seared by sun in summer and shrouded in snow in winter. Hammered by hail the size of coins in spring and autumn, pounding flesh and smashing bone, processed to be carried off chunk by speck in the guts of birds.”
― Warren Ellis, Normal: Book 1

“Adam’s entire life felt like lead in his bones right now.”
― Warren Ellis, Normal: Book 1

“...a giant capable of circumcising redwoods with his teeth...”
― Warren Ellis, Normal: Book 1

“He took it in for a moment. No internet. No phone service beyond the front desk. No television. No news. No information flow at all. Just a music collection and, somewhere, a library he evidently had to be medically fit to browse. It was quiet. It was actually quiet. He couldn’t even hear other people. This little room was as close to sensory deprivation as he’d experienced since … when? Childhood?”
― Warren Ellis, Normal: Book 1