Heather

“The fact that the bodies weren’t my first concern–-pissing and bodies were, in that order—-helped too. Killers have different priorities.”
― Rob Thurman, Blackout

“Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without?”
― Rob Thurman, Roadkill

“Every inner touch, every one of its fingerprints on my brain, burned like acid. It shredded the walls of my soul like tissue paper, it clawed its way into my very center, I couldn’t tell anymore where it began and I ended. It poured into me like a river into the sea, mixing, melding, until we were one. One. For better or worse. Until death do us part.”
― Rob Thurman, Nightlife

“He tried to turn me into a buffet?” I gritted my teeth. “Before he killed me? He couldn’t kill me first and then eat me? That’s just fucking rude.”
― Rob Thurman, Blackout