Seven Unholy Days Quotes

“at the table in the lounge, straining every muscle in my face to keep my eyes open. I was so alone. My work was all I had and look what that work had done to the world. I was the one who dreamt up the system that broke down all to hell and back and put the world in a state of disaster. The whole world. Despite the fatigue—my eyelids felt like lead weights—a crystal memory”
― Jerry Hatchett, Seven Unholy Days

“Tark leaned over the car-sized Bible and read aloud. “And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth. That’s chapter six, verse eight.” “Sword, hunger, death,”
― Jerry Hatchett, Seven Unholy Days

“eyes I can’t find words to describe.”
― Jerry Hatchett, Seven Unholy Days

“Pay grade GS 12, which put his salary in the fifties.”
― Jerry Hatchett, Seven Unholy Days

“When I was thirteen, my father was on his way home from visiting a local nursing home when a drunk in an eighteen-wheeler hit him head on. It was then that it became evident to me that there is no God. If he did exist, then why the hell would he let that happen to my father, one of his own, a man wholly devoted to the cause? The answer of course is that there is no God. There’s only this right here, and we’re in control. Good people, bad people, drunks in eighteen-wheelers. It is what we make it, nothing more. Last I heard, the drunk got religious and became a preacher, if you can believe that one.” “I assume your father was killed?”
― Jerry Hatchett, Seven Unholy Days

“and it reeked of the malodorous stench of rotten fish.”
― Jerry Hatchett, Seven Unholy Days

“lashes, but the sound of leather on flesh could be rather distracting,”
― Jerry Hatchett, Seven Unholy Days

“We have to stop this nut,” he said, staring at the stars that bloomed in the waning twilight. “This country’s in a world of hurt, and believe it or not, we’re the front line, you and me.”
― Jerry Hatchett, Seven Unholy Days

“distributable”
― Jerry Hatchett, Seven Unholy Days

“There’s no reason we can’t turn the main system clock back twenty-four hours until we can figure out what’s going on here.” “I understand precisely to where you are traveling,” Abidi said. “CEPOCS will return all parameters to the pre-trigger state. You are a computer hero.” Fulton snorted. “I don’t know about hero, Decker,” Tarkleton said, “But if this works, you can call me Tark.” Swell. Two minutes later we watched Mississippi, Alabama, and Tennessee sequence back to life on the display. Tarkleton wiped his forehead with a sleeve. Abidi was jubilant. Fulton dumped a BC powder onto his tongue and swallowed it dry. Beeman was too wired to stand still; he kept walking around peering at readouts. I watched him circle the room. All states were back online and I could restore the CEPOCS code to its original state. Some P.R. damage control lay ahead, but I had friends in the media—along with a few vulnerable non-friends. I’d gotten off easy. Lurking in the rear chambers of my mind, however, was a nagging buzz: CEPOCS was Decker Digital’s flagship project, and until I could find the hole and plug it, the system was vulnerable. After three trips around the room Beeman eased into his chair and hunched over the keyboard, his shoulders drawn in tight. Why was he still so worked up? He looked back and I caught his eye. I started toward him. “Hey, Harold.”
― Jerry Hatchett, Seven Unholy Days