Twiceborn Quotes

“Throw the word “bargain” around a few times, and people will swarm the tiredest old dreck like bees in search of a new hive. Or maybe locusts, ready to strip the place bare. They even buzzed like swarming insects. Voices raised in conversation and laughter, plus the occasional shrieks of a tired child, formed a background roar that still failed to drown out the tired tinkle of Christmas music piped over the top. I’d only been here ten minutes and already I’d heard White Christmas twice. Two times too many in my book.”
― Marina Finlayson, Twiceborn

“Bloody hell. Had I finally lost it? Was I having visions now? My sight blurred and prickled with darkness, the bathroom disappearing around me. No, not visions. Visions didn’t come with bonus traces of blood under your fingernails.”
― Marina Finlayson, Twiceborn

“I wasn’t feeling so cocky now but it was too late for second-guessing. The black flats I’d worn as the pregnant woman would spoil the whole effect. I shrugged. What did it matter anyway? When the worst thing you could ever imagine has already happened to you, it puts everything else in perspective.”
― Marina Finlayson, Twiceborn

“So I had a look, in case it was full of white powder, or hundred dollar bills, or something equally dodgy. I may not care about much any more but no money on earth would get me to deliver drugs. But I couldn’t even tell what it was—a roughly disk-shaped piece of shiny hard something. It didn’t look like any plastic I’d ever seen, and there was nothing written on it, nothing to explain why anyone would give a toss who received such a thing. But clearly someone did.”
― Marina Finlayson, Twiceborn

“Bet Boss wouldn’t be pleased about the sunnies thing. Making yourself look like a tosser was a personal choice, of course, but it meant Sunnies Dude stood out from the crowd. Despite the heat and glare outside, no one else in here wore sunglasses. What did they teach these guys in spy school? Didn’t he know he should be trying to blend in?”
― Marina Finlayson, Twiceborn

“Of course it also meant our lone white car, cruising down a dead-end street at nine o’clock at night, stood out like dogs’ balls.”
― Marina Finlayson, Twiceborn