Gone South Quotes

“It was hell's season, and the air smelled of burning children”
― Robert McCammon, Gone South

“They had not known, in their raucous rush toward the future, that the snakes were lying in wait not only in the holes but in the mowed green grass of the American Dream.”
― Robert McCammon, Gone South

“After a few minutes he looked back and saw the derricks of St. Nasty receding against the violet-streaked sky. Then he looked forward again, toward whatever lay ahead.”
― Robert R. McCammon, Gone South

“The young man’s eyes were red-rimmed, his gaunt face strained by whatever inner demons were torturing him.”
― Robert R. McCammon, Gone South

“Hey, listen here!” She strode toward their booth on her chunky legs, her cheeks reddening.”
― Robert R. McCammon, Gone South