Remains of Urth Quotes

“A Night Lurker grips me with savage hands.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“she’s fourteen.  Even though I’m only three years older than her,”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“C’mon, Lucas.  Hurry.”  My sister Ara rolls her hand forward to hurry me.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“The hope is that we make it back before the night creatures awaken.  If we don’t, we will be the fresh meal upon which the beasts feast.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“Stand down, Thomon!” Arundel snaps.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“Trembling with rage, he growls, “If you call my son or nephews names one more time, so help me I will—”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“Maybe it was some sort of accident they’re covering up.” Arundel splays his hands in a feeble attempt to garner support.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“One eye is left intact while the other is missing from the socket.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“He doesn’t know the gruesome details.  Neither does Maxx.  Maxx didn’t see it.  He cannot describe it as”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“and her shoulders roll forward,”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“The single word, almost a whisper, drags the corners of his mouth as low as they can go and tears fall unabashedly”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“Petite to the point of coming across far younger than her years, my aunt Sanna’s shoulders past people until she stands before Maxx.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“his voice is a clap of thunder”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“hear the word fall from my lips and still can’t believe I’m saying it.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“Killy and Chase call out to those who guard”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“than one hundred humans who live in our camp.  One hundred thirty six to be exact.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“The image of an Urthman bludgeoning my cousin to death has been branded in my mind indelibly.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“sob quietly.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“He’s my brother.  I’ll carry him.”  He only uttered two sentences, just six simple words,”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“This is for my brother,” is all Maxx says, his voice little more than a whisper, before he shoves the tip of his blade”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“His lifeblood gushes from him too quickly to stop.  Within moments, his hands drop to his sides and his body crumples.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“Are you ready to die like him?” The Urthman clutching his club”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“Cian, a boy of only fifteen, lies haloed in a pool of his own blood, eyes closed, brow low, and mouth open on a silent scream.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“Nooooo!” The word echoes from a place inside me, deep and primal.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“The heft of my sword.  The feel of its razor-sharp blade dragging across flesh and muscle.  The sight of life escaping him.  Nothing could have prepared me for it.  Nothing.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“we go to bed with full heads and empty stomachs.  The two are never a good combination.  Together they make for a long night of little sleep.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena

“Almost two hundred years ago, during the War of 2062, back when the world was inhabited exclusively by humans, a war between North American Countries and Middle Eastern countries arose.  It began over religious reasons, though I have no idea what the word religious even means just that whatever was inherent in their opposing beliefs led to the Middle Eastern people creating powerful weapons that no one had ever seen or heard of at the time.  Biological weapons they were called, and they were unleashed on North America.  The name of the weapon was evictium.  It warped the mind as well as the body and drove everyone mad.  The North Americans retaliated by launching nuclear weapons, which destroyed the rest of the world.  The only survivors were those who had something called money.  Back then, money was equated to power and value.  The more one had, the more value he held in society and the more power he had.  Those who had money were able to flee to large underground shelters that had been built.  Hundreds of underground shelters existed around North America that held hundreds of people with enough supplies to last twenty years.  When the supplies ran out, those who lived below ground feared that radiation, an after effect of the nuclear blast that made living things ill and caused death over time, would affect them and had affected any source of food above ground.  They soon learned radiation was the least of their concerns.  What waited for them at the surface was far, far worse.  Those who’d been exposed to evictium survived the nuclear blast.  However, the radiation that remained in the atmosphere and contaminated the food supply reacted with the evictium.  It created monstrous, demented beings, bloodthirsty and filled with rage.  When the inhabitants of the underground shelters returned to the world above, they were met by what we now know as Urthmen.  The Urthmen slaughtered them.  Very few managed to escape.  They fled to the forest and hid deep within it.  They were our ancestors.  Almost two hundred years later, the offspring of those warped creatures that waited at the surface are the ones that rule the Urth today.  They’ve evolved, however.  They’re no longer as demented and wild as their predecessors.  But they are far from civilized, and they no longer retain a shred of humanity.  They hate us in a way that is as much as part of them as breathing.  It’s instinctive.  And these creatures rule the only inhabitable section of the planet we know of: North America.”
― Jennifer Martucci, Remains of Urth: The Arena