The Monsters They Made Us Quotes

“The air thickened with smoke and salt. Aiden didn’t move. Didn’t look away. Noah shifted closer, his knee brushing Aiden’s. He reached out, fingers grazing along Aiden’s wrist—gentle, tentative. A test of what could be. Aiden tilted his chin. Their breath mingled in the space between them, and for a moment, it felt like the world had folded in around this small, quiet corner. Just the two of them, suspended between a thought and a decision.”
― Frank J. Camacho, The Monsters They Made Us

“you’re acting like we’re in some gothic horror novel.”
― Frank J. Camacho, The Monsters They Made Us

“She woke to rain. Torrents slammed the earth, drenching her before she could rise. Dorothy’s eyes opened, lashes clumped with water. Mud sucked at her fingers as she pushed herself upright. Around her, headstones jutted from the ground while crypts slouched into the soil, half-swallowed. Time had eaten the names once etched in reverence. Angels with chipped wings stood watch, their glassy eyes catching lightning.”
― Frank J. Camacho, The Monsters They Made Us

“Was it wrong he hadn’t reached out? Or was it just the exhaustion of being human, of deciding which fractures to tend and which to let bleed?”
― Frank J. Camacho, The Monsters They Made Us

“Through clouded portholes, the harbor flickered in glimpses, whitecaps crashing into the rocks below. At the top, the lantern room opened in a mosaic of light and shadow.”
― Frank J. Camacho, The Monsters They Made Us