Red Equinox Quotes

“You might expect a death in the family to change people or bring them around, but…. If you’ll let me give you one last photo lesson: it’s the shadows that define things.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“He could utter the black speech again and shake the pillars of the earth. He was an artist of the apocalypse, an engineer of the end. And he had come to sing his song.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“the only precious things might be captured frozen moments in a chain of continual change.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“focused on the gossamer-thin threads of the dream, combing through them gently, so as not to break them with the crude tool of his intellect.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“afternoons when the autumn sun slanted down and sliced the limpid surface of the shallow water at the base of the building, casting undulating lattices of light over the bricks, sine waves of amber fire, she could almost feel blessed to be alive in such a time.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“Rent was cheap at the edges of the flood zones, and the view could be oddly beautiful in a semi-apocalyptic sort of way.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“Becca liked the spaces between bedtime books, the times when they just talked and mused while her eyes grew heavy.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“The book was rife with abstract diagrams that blurred the boundaries between art, mathematics, and pornography. Triangles of stacked numbers, columns of those thorny letters, and cross sections of marine biological blasphemy.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“hard enough getting out of bed on a good day, but without the vitamin D, without the light, without someone to push her out of bed anymore…everything was harder. And yet she knew she had to do it, had to get up and get dressed and push her own ball of shit through the day.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“She resisted the urge to take her camera from her bag. It was too easy to make life smaller by placing a lens between its vastness and her eye. In this moment she wanted no distance, wanted memories, not photos.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“There had always been something soothing to her about decaying places, something peaceful in their absolute abandonment. These failed structures existed in a realm beyond effort and ambition, beyond maintenance and manicure.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“Brooks sent the dog to Brazil and moved on to getting caught up in the lives of new strangers, most of them hapless witnesses to the strange sciences that threatened civilization periodically while the sane people of the world carried on in blissful ignorance of the shadows beyond the cold light of the collective digital campfire.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“It was too easy to make life smaller by placing a lens between its vastness and her eye.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“Fuck the human race and the Hummer it rode in on. What was she supposed to do, anyway—kill a horde of sea monsters with a blast of radiation from a nuclear scarab? Wipe out a race of ancient intelligent, godlike creatures that had walked the earth before mankind and had now come back to reclaim it after he’d failed as a steward?”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“Weave a circle round him thrice and cross your heart with holy dread, for he on honeydew hath fed and drunk the milk of Paradise.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“It’s like Skyping with the devil”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“The wine might have helped calm her nerves if she could remember to drink it, but most of what she had swallowed since setting the phone down was a distillation of disinformation and doublespeak issuing in harmony from all available channels.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“the cloud revolved to reveal its massive head, black and goatish, with a snout the size of a car and horns like curved swords forged of serrated bone. But the worst of it was the eyes, rows of eyes the color of congealed milk lining the snout and brow of the thing, rolling along divergent paths, scrolling black hourglass pupils.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“her breed of crazy was an inability to reconcile her internal chemistry with the facts of the cosmos, the cycles of Earth and Sun. His, on the other hand, was a kind of stark-raving sanity, an acute awareness of deeper, more profound cosmic truths that few could bear to even consider.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“if some interference in the infrared spectrum looked like a fractal, and that fractal looked like it was made of tentacles, and the suckers on those tentacles looked like eyes…that didn’t mean that when you stared into the abyss the abyss was staring into you.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“Now, grown and sensing darkness on the fringes of a forgetful life, she didn’t want to know the answers.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“he sure as hell couldn’t yell “SPECTRA.” Covert agencies with stupid acronyms made shitty battle cries.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“modeled on a Tibetan phurba, a three-sided blade descending from a handle carved in the shape of a bulbous head with tentacles wrapped around the base of the blade. The knife was black from pommel to point and flecked with sparkling minerals.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“on most nights, against a ceiling of cloud, the pulsing red radio aerials and low-flying aircraft were the only lights in the sky, and you couldn’t predict the coming of the Great Old Ones by their alignment.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“Her breathing deepened and slowed with each step. There had always been something soothing to her about decaying places, something peaceful in their absolute abandonment. These failed structures existed in a realm beyond effort and ambition, beyond maintenance and manicure.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“one couldn’t simply rouse the apocalypse like a sleeping snake, prod it with a stick at the first sign of synchronicity.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox

“Death has a way of calling us home, and when it does we put on our best.”
― Douglas Wynne, Red Equinox