Blood Moon Quotes

“The house lies on the outskirts of the desert community, lone and isolated. A strong wind blows over the surrounding land, swirling dust demons across the darkness of the fields. In the black of sky, a million stars tremble around the full moon. In the split rail fence encircling the large yard, the front gate stands open; as the wind moves it, the wood seems to be alive, shivering. He”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“He slowed for one last round, riding the buzz of endorphins, feeling the knotted parts of his soul unraveling, knowing he was an idiot for not making time for this every single day.”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“screen T.V. A comfortable and well-stocked family room, including a wet bar with a locked liquor cabinet and a closet with door standing open, shelves packed with tennis rackets and snowshoes and ice skates. All the accoutrements of a well-off, athletic family in a room now tainted with the overwhelming presence of death. The father was slumped in a club chair in front of the television with a rifle at his feet and a bloody cavern where his head had been. Blood and brains sprayed the carpet beneath him. At first glimpse just about anyone would see it as a suicide. “Basement is concrete block,” Epps said. “Family probably never heard the shot.” “The gun his?” Roarke asked, and heard the edge in his voice. “From the cabinet upstairs. Guy is a sportsman,” Aceves answered.”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“He didn’t even attempt to guess at what that delusion might be. He knew at the heart of it there was nothing poetic or metaphorical about it. The core motivation for all serial killers was the same: they got sexual release from rape, torture, pain, and murder. There was no other “why.” Trying to wrap it up in some elaborate psychological package was less than useless. Aloud he continued, “Also it’s notable”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“and Ashbury, looking up at a stopped clock atop one of the buildings, forever fixed at 4:20. She turns toward the next street . . . and sees a For Rent sign. The street address is 420. She shoulders her bag and walks toward it. The manager of 420 is a going-on-elderly Indian man with hazy eyes who has not the slightest interest in her; he is off on some distant plane of his own and will never be able to describe her even if he ever feels a desire to. He shows her”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“But lately, as he felt his own death draw inexorably closer, he had become more interested in those cultures’ more layered views of life and death, good and evil, and he sometimes found himself wondering what truths he may have been overlooking in his rational approach to his work.”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“But their eyes held for a beat before Roarke turned away.”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“She strides forward and takes him by those locks, exposing his throat. She knows the key veins and arteries by heart; the blade goes exactly where it needs to go.”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“The host of sensations is both overwhelming and welcome; it is a happy kind of overload, and she is as anonymous as she can ever hope to be.”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“Somewhere outside there was the monotonous thud of a basketball on concrete, some lone player practicing free throws. A suburban sound carrying a ghostly resonance.”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“What is it?” “An altar,” Roarke said. “To Santa Muerte.” Lady Death, Holy Death, protector of the lost.”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“looked over. What he was looking at now was more than a simple stabbing. The family had been butchered. Not merely killed, but slashed in a frenzy. There was blood everywhere: soaking the clothing and skin of Mrs. Leland and the three children, soaking the carpet, sprayed on the wall. And there were neck cuts. “Jesus,”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“guy before,”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“Off the bridge the route was two hundred twenty straight miles on I-80 to the California/Nevada border. Through the flats of Sacramento, the tourist town of Auburn, and up into the Tahoe National Forest, passing to the north of Lake Tahoe itself, and then Reno was just across the state border. Roarke had driven the route a million times on ski trips with his family, fighting with his older brother in the back seat.”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon

“meant he was bored or upset or lying. He crouched again to look Jason in the eyes.”
― Alexandra Sokoloff, Blood Moon