Summer Rental Quotes

“The capacity women have for destruction is infinite. The harm we can inflict on others—and even ourselves—is boundless. We don’t need a man for any of that.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“Real friends shouldn’t bully you or make you feel bad about yourself; they should love and accept you just as you are.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“People go missing all the time here, but the police don’t do anything. I bet they cover it up. Murder is bad for tourism.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“going anywhere.” I sigh and look away. It occurs to me, not for the first time, that sometimes my friends are huge assholes to me.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“Lighten up, would you? We’re eighteen. We’re too young for anything bad to happen.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“Crazy, vivid nightmares of someone with an axe chasing me down into a basement filled with the bodies of all my dead friends.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“We all know Jon’s got a few screws loose. He did go to the loony bin.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“it smells strongly of bleach, as if recently cleaned and scrubbed from top to bottom.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“the rich cream walls, though bare, are crisp and bright, as if newly painted.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“No way a house directly on the sand in ritzy Palm Key Island was only a few hundred bucks during the busy July Fourth holiday weekend. Something had to be wrong.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“Real friends shouldn’t bully you or make you feel bad about yourself;”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“The old wooden floor creaks and groans under the pressure of my bare feet, and another flicker of yellow catches my eye as I grab the warm beer on the kitchen counter. I turn to get a closer look and my heart almost leaps out of my chest. Just past the sliding glass patio doors is the person in the raincoat. They stand on the pool deck, only a few feet away. Panic settles over me like a smattering of fresh rain droplets.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“Can we really trust anybody with our deepest, darkest secrets?”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental

“You smell so good,” he says, pressing his nose against my neck. He takes in a long, shuddering breath, like he’s breathing me in. “What’s that scent?” “It’s deodorant, Jon.”
― Rektok Ross, Summer Rental