Sightings Quotes

“But this was Drew at his best—joking around and having fun. And this was John at his best, pursuing his passion, fired up and full of nervous energy. She had a feeling that this was going to be a great trip for all of them.”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings

“Like no one-else-around remote.”
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“gave up. He walked back to the Ford Explorer as John checked the transmission fluid, wiping the dipstick clean with a paper towel.”
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“He had a week’s growth of a beard on his face and round wire-rimmed glasses on. This was what he pictured a film director to look like—a cross between Ron Howard and Steven Spielberg.”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings

“indestructible,” John continued, “then how did the ship break apart in the first place? What, the metal was unbreakable, but not the rivets and bolts holding the pieces together? Maybe the aliens should’ve made the bolts and screws out of the same unbreakable material.” Drew made an exaggerated shrugging”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings

“supposed to be a scripted film. This is a spontaneous adventure caught on tape.” Veronica dropped the camera a little and gave John her “serious” face. “Okay. Sorry. Take two. I’ll be serious this time.”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings

“Another article was about a man who was certain that aliens were here to enslave us and then herd us like cattle into pens so they could eat us later.”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings

“can’t fix the truck.” “Just fix the fucking truck right now!”
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“phone and get the cops out here.” John still watched his laptop, the light from the screen bathing his face in a bluish glow. “I’m not leaving her. This is my fault. I brought her up here and now the aliens have”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings

“on, man,” Drew said. “Enough narrating. This isn’t a movie anymore. Somebody’s out here watching us. Walking around out here and fucking with us. We should leave right now. We should just pack up the truck and leave right now.”
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“footprints on the floorboards, little pools of water mixed with what looked like mud. It was difficult to tell, but it looked like the footprints went from the steps to the front door again—just like last time. “This is weird, bro,” Drew said. He looked out at the dark woods all around them. “There’s somebody”
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“was alone in the bed. His heart skipped a beat. Maybe”
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“should have, but at least Dorian lets us know if an animal or something’s out here on the porch.” An animal, John thought. Or something else might be more like it. But he didn’t feel like arguing with her about it right now—he was too tired. They entered the cabin and closed and locked the door. John left the porch light on. “Shit,” John said. “I forgot to check on the generator.” “Drew and Fran already did that a few hours ago. They filled it up.” At the mention of their names, John looked around the living room for them. He didn’t see them anywhere. He looked at Veronica who was smiling and pointing”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings

“you think … I mean, is there any way that John might be doing some of this stuff that’s going on around here?” Veronica looked like she’d been slapped and she became suddenly defensive.”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings

“pace was going to catch up to him soon, Veronica thought. Eventually he was going to crash from exhaustion whether he wanted to or not. John stayed inside”
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“were all still a little jumpy, but they reminded each other that most of the bats were dead now and they wouldn’t be coming back. Drew, Veronica, and Fran cooked some dinner over”
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“The deer we found in the woods,” John said, catching his breath. “It’s gone!”
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“Creepy,” she said. “But how would he know that they were hiding behind the greys?” “I don’t”
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“She looked at John’s side of the bed. Empty. Maybe he had gotten up in the middle of the night or early this morning to monitor his UFO lookout outpost, as Drew had called it. She got”
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“Great,” she muttered, already imagining the hassle she would have to go through to get her phone fixed once they got back home. But maybe it was just some kind of interference”
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“would mean that I’m part alien?” Fran finished his sentence for him and smiled.”
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“watched Drew for a moment. He was so good-looking, but he looked even better right now in the cozy, yellowish light that filtered in through the closed blinds like big nightlights. He looked hot, like he belonged on the cover of a cheesy romance novel. He looked sexy.”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings

“one more night,” John promised and gave her a kiss. “We’ll spend some time at the lake tomorrow and then we’ll only stay one more night.” She kissed him back. “I’m”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings

“Drew said, pretending to be offended. “I was talking about money. What were you thinking about?” He looked at Fran. “Her mind’s always in the gutter.” “Takes one to know one,” Veronica said and then she looked over at the”
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“Look at these wounds,” John said as he continued filming, breathing heavy with nervous excitement. “I’m telling you, it’s a mutilation. An actual alien mutilation. These wounds … they’re intentional.”
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“Something set Dorian off,” Veronica whispered. “Something’s out there on the porch.”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings

“mounted a battery-operated video camera on the living room wall near the fireplace. From this angle, it got all of the living room and some of the kitchen in a wide shot. When Fran was ready to begin telling her story, he was also going to film with his handheld camcorder, moving around to get different angles. Maybe they would even tour the cabin as she told her story.”
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“Drew had already started drinking beer while they cooked, but the mood didn’t seem as light as it had been the night before. John”
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“You don’t know for sure that she was in the lake. You guys saw her in the trees.”
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“Yeah. She was kind of small. Short and slight. Long hair. I only caught a glimpse of her moving back into the trees. And then she was gone. I couldn’t see her anymore.” “Let’s go”
― Mark Lukens, Sightings