Summertime Quotes

“Where’s it heading?” “Can’t tell yet. It’s playing games with us. Ships are reporting that it moves, then stops, then moves again in a different direction. Like it can’t make up its mind… Reminds me of my first wife.” A dry chuckle. “We expect it to hit the Straits next, unless, of course, it blows itself out.” Jenson had seen many a big storm do exactly that. They were highly temperamental creatures. Even small changes in pressure could eviscerate them. Often in the past, the town had been put on high alert only for the roaring lion to come ashore as a fussy kitten.”
― Vanessa Lafaye, Under a Dark Summer Sky

“Jenson is a better storm tracker than any of those fancy scientists down in Key West. He can feel a big one coming, just by the wind and the waves and his barometer. If he’s worried, you should be too. For that matter, all of us should.”
― Vanessa Lafaye, Under a Dark Summer Sky

“Trent had always known that nothing good would come of having niggers in the army, especially not nigger officers. Henry Roberts was walking proof. He threw down the cigar and moved silently away.”
― Vanessa Lafaye, Under a Dark Summer Sky

“So I say again: all the human beings should be ready at 1700 hours to march into town, and I do mean march. Then we’re gonna have ourselves a civilized evening with the other humans. And you know why?” He scanned the faces, one at a time. They had come here from every part of the country, joined together by a desperate hope for something better. Some of them were too far gone to reach, sunk in their swamp of despair, but a few seemed to pay attention. “Not even because of what the town thinks of us, but because we owe it to ourselves. The bugs”—he pushed off of Two-Step’s neck—“should stay here in this shit hole where they belong.”
― Vanessa Lafaye, Under a Dark Summer Sky

“He wrote that a government construction project in the Florida Keys was hiring, for real pay. Not as good as the bonus, it seemed, but better than picking fruit.”
― Vanessa Lafaye, Under a Dark Summer Sky

“The government had decided that it would not, after all, pay them the long-promised bonus now, when they really needed it, but rather in 1945, which seemed a century away.”
― Vanessa Lafaye, Under a Dark Summer Sky