Dead Roots Quotes

“Tom felt his skin crawl as he laid eyes on the center of the pool. A great, awful thing towered over him from the tiny island. Its gnarled, flesh-colored roots were planted in the lake of offal like drowned snakes, drawing its sick nourishment.”
― Brian Geoffrey Wood, Dead Roots

“Finally,”
― Brian Geoffrey Wood, Dead Roots

“bet it's a branch, one of those things we saw in the woods. A good one, I admit-- this one actually has”
― Brian Geoffrey Wood, Dead Roots

“the fuck,” Heather screamed, slamming her fist against the steering wheel repeatedly. The horn sounded with each strike. “What the God damn fuck. God damn it. Son of a bitch. Fuck!” Neither of the”
― Brian Geoffrey Wood, Dead Roots

“Peace,” Keda said to her. Creeping Wind drew back her head hesitantly. “She is speaking the language of the dead.” “The dead? Is she a ghost?”
― Brian Geoffrey Wood, Dead Roots

“with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, no shit. I didn't see nothin', I just hid in the bedroom, but some fool was making all kind of noise outside and there were gunshots. Baby said he was breakin’ into Jeremy's trailer.”
― Brian Geoffrey Wood, Dead Roots

“he knelt down, illuminating the man's ankle. It was wedged tightly into a hole in the ground and twisted at an impossible angle. Tom winced. “Wow. Yeah, you might've broken”
― Brian Geoffrey Wood, Dead Roots

“Tom”
― Brian Geoffrey Wood, Dead Roots

“justify their actions. I take all the necessary precautions. I get tested regularly. I often take a partner along to keep watch in case the guest tries to push things further than I'm willing to let them.”
― Brian Geoffrey Wood, Dead Roots

“There was a fantastic view of the neon-streaked nighttime courtesy of wide, ceiling-high windows. Tom was caught between a rock and a hard place—look out the windows and be anxious about the heights, or peruse the embossed menu that made his rent for the month seem like a child’s errand. True to form, however, Harold insisted on paying for everything.”
― Brian Geoffrey Wood, Dead Roots

“middle-aged Japanese man in a suit sitting across from him. The man nodded gently in recognition, sucking in a lungful from his own cigarette. Tom smiled at him. “Twelve hours in that cabin. I thought I'd kill myself.”
― Brian Geoffrey Wood, Dead Roots