Hell at the Breech Quotes

“Dawn crept up out of the trees, defining a bole, a burl, a leaf at a time the world he'd spent the night trying to comprehend. But what would daylight offer except the illusion of understanding? At least in darkness you were spared the pretending.”
― Tom Franklin, Hell at the Breech

“What damn fool punches his own horse?”
― Tom Franklin, Hell at the Breech

“...he understood that in killing Arch Bedsole he had killed a part of each life the man had affected.”
― Tom Franklin, Hell at the Breech

“field beyond field beyond field of well-kept cotton, each tuft white as a senator’s eyebrow.”
― Tom Franklin, Hell at the Breach

“On the other end of the porch the swing creaked pleasantly on its chains. This was the time of home-night he enjoyed, when his wife was inside asleep and he, at last, was alone. Time of year he enjoyed, too, the kind of peaceable weather you needed sleeves for but not a coat, chill in the air to make your scalp tingle but not set you to shivering.”
― Tom Franklin, Hell at the Breech