Dead Men Quotes

“A susurrus of noise followed her descent, ceasing whenever she turned to bring her light to bear. It was, in truth, many sounds that combined to create a noise that had a quality of the deliberate to it. The chitinous scrape of roaches was not as bad as . . . The scuttle of rodent feet behind the walls, which paled compared to . . . The dragging scrape of fingernails on stone, which together were as nothing against . . . The sound of a breath hastily drawn.”
― John C. Foster, Dead Men: Libros de Inferno: Book I

“Here eyes bulged and terror flexed her jaw down and thrust it out, pulling her skin taut and turning her cheekbones into sharp points. There was an almost impossible inch of pink gums exposed above her white teeth as her lips drew back. Somewhere during that interminable period Hoodoo Girl had transcended her emotional range. There comes a point where the brain can no longer process the excretions of the adrenal glands and the mind becomes so numbed to terror that it becomes fey. What she felt wasn’t courage, nor was it a lack of fear. She had descended to the sublime state of a rat trapped by much larger animals.”
― John C. Foster, Dead Men: Libros de Inferno: Book I