Afterburn Quotes

“brittle air. Rachel slid her machete from its canvas sheath, but the crow veered wildly and then rejoined the broken formation heading south toward the distant city”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“fire. A blood-chilling caw cracked the brittle air. Rachel slid her machete from its canvas sheath, but the crow veered wildly and then rejoined the broken formation heading south toward the distant city of mutants.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“What the hell is he talking about? Then he saw them, gathering in formation like tiny jets on a strafing run. He thought at first they were doves, but that made no sense, because doves didn’t congregate in such coordinated patterns and they were too far inland to be seagulls. He couldn’t judge their size or distance, so high and feathery was”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” Stephen glanced back at Marina, who had retreated to the corner of her bed, both arms around Kokona as if a strong wind might tear her from Marina’s grasp and whisk her away. Her pretty face was lined with panic, muscles taut.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“corner”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“shimmered behind the clouds as if the black birds were swimming against a frothy tide. The hardwood trees on the surrounding Appalachian slopes were gone to gold and scarlet, and the strange light hinted at the gray winter waiting ahead. One of the crows turned, and its eyes flashed with fire. A blood-chilling caw cracked the brittle air. Rachel slid her”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“kills billions. While the remaining humans are struggling to adapt and survive, they notice that some among them have... changed. Rachel Wheeler finds herself alone in the city, where violent survivors known as "Zapheads" roam the streets, killing and destroying. Her only hope is to reach the mountains, where her grandfather, a legendary survivalist, established a compound in preparation for Doomsday.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“hazy October sky. A muted lime-green aurora shimmered behind the clouds as if the black birds were swimming against a frothy tide. The hardwood trees on the surrounding Appalachian slopes were gone to gold and scarlet, and the strange light hinted at the gray winter waiting ahead. One of the crows”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“the crows turned, and its eyes flashed with fire. A blood-chilling caw cracked the brittle air. Rachel slid her machete from its canvas sheath, but the crow veered wildly and then rejoined the broken formation heading south toward the distant city of mutants. DeVontay Jones chuckled”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“neck. Loves country music—Merle and Waylon,”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“was fogged by their combined breath, the night seemed to grow colder and more mysterious, with only the brightest stars burning pinpricks in the aurora.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“periwinkle flowers. Here and there were gravel turnouts that led up to blank and brooding houses, but neither Rachel nor DeVontay were inclined to stop and explore them. Experience suggested such places were more likely to harbor danger than supplies. Not that the open road was much safer, but at least their options were more appealing—fight or flight rather than fight or die. “I thought you were done with that philosophical stuff,” DeVontay said. “I’m done with asking why, but not with wondering what’s next.” Rachel scanned the surrounding vegetation”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“DeVontay touched his left eye and wiggled the glass prosthetic. “You got that right. My depth perception is for the birds.” “That wasn’t funny even before Doomsday. Now it’s just sad.” “You didn’t marry me for my wit.” “We’re not married yet, remember. All the priests seem to be either dead or Zap.” DeVontay shouldered his M16 and caught up with her so they could walk side by side. He took her slim right hand with his left and gave it a squeeze. “Living in sin is okay with me.” Rachel squinted up at the hidden sun and whatever force, if any, lay”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“Crows lined the crumbling and contaminated road that led to Stonewall. As Rachel Wheeler approached, they lifted one by one against the hazy October sky. A muted lime-green aurora shimmered behind the clouds as if the black birds were swimming against a frothy tide. The hardwood trees on the surrounding Appalachian slopes were gone to gold and scarlet, and the strange light hinted at the gray winter waiting ahead. One of the crows turned, and its eyes flashed with fire. A blood-chilling caw cracked the brittle air. Rachel slid her machete from its canvas sheath, but the crow veered wildly and then rejoined the broken formation heading south toward the distant city of mutants.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“And just what is the nature of things?” “It’s beyond us. Not to be understood. The sun blows a fuse here and shoots energy there, and here’s this small ball of rock minding its own business ninety-three-million miles away and suddenly it’s all turned upside down. The natural law gets rewritten and even the science goes to shit. Along comes a new science. New creatures, new people.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“them. Experience suggested such places were more likely to harbor danger than supplies. Not that the”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“priests seem to be either dead or Zap.” DeVontay shouldered his M16 and caught up with her so they could walk”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“DeVontay Jones chuckled behind her. “What were you going to do with that blade? Make us some chicken pot pie?” She replaced her machete and”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“Then came the pak-pak-pak of DeVontay’s rifle.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“The Doomsday weight-loss plan kicks ass.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“Maybe some of both.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“Depends on who we count as ‘people’ these days.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“Beats thinking about whatever’s waiting in Stonewall.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“Because part of it is running on automatic. Hearing little whispers from far away.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“You have marriage on the brain all of a sudden?”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“Nature’s a pure, heartless bitch.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn

“Sounded big,” DeVontay said. “It’s all relative. Bigger than a car, smaller than a house.”
― Scott Nicholson, Afterburn