Cookie Cutter Man Quotes

“Really? Why an expert on me?" O'Brien's ego was a rabid, starving beast. Daniel fed it.”
― Elias Anderson, Cookie Cutter Man

“There was a soft snikt as Ebin stepped forward, five inches of cold steel hopping from the ivory-handled switchblade in his hand. The agent had time to look surprised before the blade sunk into the side of his neck. He gargled and slapped at the knife and Ebin wrenched it to the side, cutting his throat almost to the spine. "Oh, Jesus." Simon was the only one to talk. Daniel stared in silent shock as the jugular vein burst and moonlit blood splashed back onto the pavement. The lifeless head lolled back, and the bitter grin slashed beneath it opened into a wide, dying dawn. Blood spurted out; it stained their shoes and pant legs, a thin line of it flicked across Ebin's face. He didn't wipe it off.”
― Elias Anderson, Cookie Cutter Man

“Daniel was laying in bed on a Saturday morning when the phone rang. The shrill tone caught in his ear like an audible fish hook and pulled him from the stream of unconsciousness, out of the warm waters of sleep and into the cold waking world.”
― Elias Anderson, Cookie Cutter Man

“You got three seconds to explain what the fuck is going on before I paint this wall with your brain, man." Daniel's tired mind split further, and he could feel it preparing to snap. Then Echo pulled him away and slapped him across the face. "What in the fuck are you doing?" she screamed. The colors of the world grayed as the pain exploded to a rotting 70-piece orchestra between his temples; black spots danced in front of his eyes.”
― Elias Anderson, Cookie Cutter Man

“Easy, son. You took quite a whack on the noggin," a voice said. At the foot of the bed was an insectile-looking doctor with a pervert's grin on his face and a stethoscope around his neck. The doctor was a praying mantis for a moment, until Daniel blinked himself back to reality.”
― Elias Anderson, Cookie Cutter Man

“The black man lifted the large cup and drank deeply through the straw. Then he winked. A cold, acid wave of paranoid delusion crashed down, washing the carcass of Daniel's confidence onto some bone-colored beach for the vultures to pick.”
― Elias Anderson, Cookie Cutter Man

“Gene was there to greet him when Daniel stepped out of the elevator. Gene smiled, but his eyes were screaming.”
― Elias Anderson, Cookie Cutter Man