The Reverend's Apprentice Quotes

“Yes, her skin is dark, but she refuses to be rattled (there isn’t time to indulge this luxury). Instead, she reminds herself that she’s embedded - one of them - trying to figure out how not to be on the public record as one of those who got left behind.”
― David N. Odhiambo, The Reverend's Apprentice

“When The Self-Not-Self knew the un-time, the eye of the greater light doused the tilapia-filled waters in the east. The looming bright ascended to its height, bearing the flint-bladed assegai, while the lesser light waited in the boma trees for the appointed hour when she guarded the dark.”
― David N. Odhiambo, The Reverend's Apprentice

“As the headlights of station wagon flare yellow through the curtains of her window. Dorothea twists her fists into balls and curses the weakness in Elisha that has cast her in the role of a person who specializes in being difficult.”
― David N. Odhiambo, The Reverend's Apprentice

“Standing at the mirror, resentments reawaken that Nehemiah’s become less inclined, over the years, to address; since the death of his daughter, Rahab, the unpredictability of living is a bother; to get rolling each day he likens himself to Abraham and painstakingly slaps mortar on crabbed nooks in his character he hadn’t noticed until they showed up in his grandson’s glances, the ones that tell him he’s no longer formidable, the quick once-overs that say, yes, his judgment is suspect, and it’s only right that he relinquish the responsibilities that give his character shape.”
― David N. Odhiambo, The Reverend's Apprentice

“His Words plane along Surfaces that he no longer has the Stomach to plumb for Depth.”
― David N. Odhiambo, The Reverend's Apprentice

“Inside this echo chamber, there’s a nothingsilence that says everything and nothing all askew. You are left only with the nonsensical part of you that converses with the other nonsensical part that wants to make you whole.”
― David N. Odhiambo, The Reverend's Apprentice

“We enter trouble, Santori Heights, a blur with no distinctive features; a hodgepodge, a mishmash, and nothing of note worth mentioning to others who live elsewhere. It’s as if an etcher sketch has been shaken, and the pattern is what encroaches on us. Trees are scribbles, apartments ram up against sidewalks that are jammed into narrow roads. Traces of liver colored stone are hidden by boards, and buildings that lean on one another tilt like a line of tumbling dominoes, falling into dust bins, a dump site, zones where trouble clings like a burr to cotton.”
― David N. Odhiambo, The Reverend's Apprentice