Squall Quotes

“True, she was fine: that black leather coat flared open to show a little cleavage above a tight red top; legs that went all the way up; all that thick dark hair.”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“It's the outcome that matters.”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“He’d met her through his brother—one of Ed’s discards, a hand-me-down, like a sweater—and six months later they’re engaged.”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“He tried pushing next, heaving one-handed against the obstruction above him, a pointless effort that cost him a fresh parcel of air, a surge of bubbles rising wasted to the surface, flattening against the immovable fuselage before skittering off in all directions. Dale thought, The plug!, and reached for it with his free hand, scrunching down as far as the tub would allow, the tips of his fingers just brushing its cracked-rubber edge—but he couldn’t get it, couldn’t reach that vital center ring, and his lungs were on fire now, the urge to suck air more compelling than any he’d ever experienced.”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“fault?” “We could've picked up your blow after the drop, like I suggested.” “The day I had, you expect me to wait?” Letting it go, Dale said, “When I come out, we’re gonna take the money to Ed, collect our two grand and that’s the end of it. Fucking coke, makes you hyper.” Ronnie said, “At least I’m awake,” but the edge was gone from her tone, something else on her mind now. She slipped the smeared coke”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“gap,”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“He kept thinking about that first sweet rush when the tourniquet comes off, the warm calm that washes over you like tropical surf, the only true antidote to fear he’d ever found.”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“She said, “I ought to shoot you myself, save Copeland the trouble.” The sight of that muzzle, the tension in Ronnie’s trigger finger, Ronnie barely dressed out here in the snow, cut through Dale’s buzz like a scalpel blade. He”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“Like pissing a peach pit.”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“the coke revving her up, making her aggressive. “Treats you like his errand boy.” Dale Knight drove the big Dodge Ram without looking at her, knowing the eye contact would only make her worse. He flicked the wipers on, fat snowflakes melting as they struck the windshield. Outside, Asian district neon reflected”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“Copeland smiled. “Ed, as always, it’s a pleasure doing business with you. You anticipate my every need. I can’t believe you came out of the same nutsack as that piece of shit brother of yours.” Then the smile was gone, the volume”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“Cocooned in his pillowy red snowsuit, Steve came whisking down the hallway, his overstuffed school bag flopping between his shoulder blades. Though he wasn’t a big fan of school, the little guy was excited about it today. His junior kindergarten teacher always made a fuss about the kids’ birthdays, and Steve had been chattering about it all morning.”
― Sean Costello, Squall

“FUCKING BROTHER OF yours,” Ronnie Saxon said, the coke revving her up, making her aggressive. “Treats you like his errand boy.”
― Sean Costello, Squall