The Dunewalkers Quotes

“He turned his collar up against the bitter wind coming in off of the Atlantic and tried to pull himself into his pea coat. His pants were pressed against his legs by the stiff breeze and the sound of his boots on the pavement was ripped away by the same harsh wind. Five minutes of walking brought George to the house,”
― Ron Ripley, The Dunewalkers

“The building was small, painted white with dark green trim with the Atlantic behind it. The ocean was gray and harsh, whitecaps breaking upon dark sands while a cold, northern wind battered at the dunes and seagrass. William smiled at the dark clouds. Behind them, the sun had begun its slow descent, and soon William would be alone with the ocean and his thoughts. Closing the truck’s door, he walked around to the side, reached into the bed and pulled out his sea-bag. He threw it over his shoulder and walked up to the house. He bent down and moved aside a loose paving stone to find the key to the house, as Jeremy’s mother had said.”
― Ron Ripley, The Dunewalkers

“Do not attempt to stop me,” Tom spat. “I will go and awaken. Outside of this house is sanity. Within it, destruction. Madness. Lunacy.”
― Ron Ripley, The Dunewalkers

“Tom said nothing as he listened to her and tasted bile in his mouth. “I know what it is like to be alone, Tom,” she said. Her tone”
― Ron Ripley, The Dunewalkers

“Brian was alone at the house, most of the damage from the former dead inhabitants having been repaired. He was enjoying a cigar, wondering if any more ghosts lurked in the woods around the property when the ‘Ghost Phone’ rang.”
― Ron Ripley, The Dunewalkers

“features strong and her eyes green. She smiled at him, and William realized two things. First, she was probably only in her early thirties. Second, she was dead. William could see the kettle and the red glow of the burner through her. And William found himself answering her in a low, rough voice. “Someone was walking through the grass, past the house.” The woman’s smile broadened. “You’ll get used to them,” she said. “There are lots of dune walkers here.” William started to reply, but the woman vanished.”
― Ron Ripley, The Dunewalkers

“it had been a person. An adult from the size of the shape. It couldn’t be a neighbor, Jeremy’s mother owned the strip of beach a quarter of a mile on either side. Nor could it be a thief. There was nothing to steal. Except for the truck. William reached the window and looked out. His truck stood in the crushed stone driveway.”
― Ron Ripley, The Dunewalkers

“William Engberg sat in his truck and finished his cigarette. He exhaled and then he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and pulled the key out of the ignition.  He got out of his truck, stuffed his keys in a back pocket and looked at the house before him. The building was small, painted white with dark green trim with the Atlantic behind it.  The ocean was gray and harsh, whitecaps breaking upon dark sands while a cold, northern wind battered at the dunes and seagrass. William smiled at the dark clouds.  Behind them, the sun had begun its slow descent, and soon William would be alone with the ocean and his thoughts.  Closing the truck’s door, he walked around to the side, reached into the bed and pulled out his sea-bag. ”
― Ron Ripley, The Dunewalkers

“Back!” he snarled. “Back! I know not what you are. Dream or demon. You will not trap me here. I shall not remain in this place. You seek to draw me away, to my death.”
― Ron Ripley, The Dunewalkers