Jet Quotes

“The driver had the radio on low – listening to music that sounded like someone had tied percussion instruments to a cow and set it running down an alley.”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“noisy flight as the lone man’s skull exploded in a bloody splatter. His body crumpled to the concrete, dead before what was left of his head hit the ground with a melon-like thud. The few witnesses nearby froze in their tracks,”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“Sometimes things didn’t make sense. Life was messy that way. You mushed on, nursing wounds and displaying your scars, some with pride, some with remorse. The only thing she knew for sure was that in the end, nobody got out of it alive.”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“and nodded. “It’s really been nine hours?” “They say you never sleep”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“She”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“He never knew he was dying; he’d merely stopped being alive, his stay on the planet ended before his body hit the cold stone slabs.”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“Sometimes things didn’t make sense. Life was messy that way. You mushed on, nursing wounds and displaying your scars, some with pride, some with remorse.”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“When it came down to it, well-intentioned ideologies were developed for those without access to money.”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“Sometimes the very things that destroyed a man were also those he would miss most when the grim reaper came.”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“The unlucky suffered on in a hell of their own devising while innocents paid the ultimate price in homage to a frivolous universe.”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“King’s”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“JET is a work of fiction, and any resemblance between the characters in it and real people or organizations is purely coincidental or for literary effect.”
― Russell Blake, Jet

“booths fashioned from tarps and cast-off wood, a squalid tent city that housed vendors hawking tacky artifacts and articles of second-hand clothing. A retired Greyhound coach creaked as it entered the muddy lot, carrying a handful of intrepid tourists and commuters from the coastal suburbs. The tired air brakes hissed their protest as it pulled to a stop and disgorged its cargo, the rusting, graffiti-covered”
― Russell Blake, Jet