Camp Hell Quotes

“What the fuck happened to you? [...] You look like you lost a fight with a lamprey. Hickey, hickey...bruise, bruise, bruise...bite. I thought that thing on your neck the other day was just a fluke. I guess not--looks like you get off on picking up a few souvenirs when you...get off. ~Crash”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell

“I've never liked the word team. I've always equated it with being picked last and getting nailed in the groin with a dodgeball.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell

“Victor, back there in that basement, when the zombies were… were… moving around on those tables…. Twitching? And dead? You didn’t even blink.

This is nothing like those zombies.

No shit. Because this time, you’re scared—beyond scared. You’re terrified. And whatever’s got you scared? I don’t want any part of it.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell

“I’ve got more talent than everyone on their payroll put together,” I said. Jacob squeezed me tighter. His eyes never moved from mine. “I’m so far beyond level five it’s not even funny.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell

“We don’t use the word crazy around here. We prefer coping mechanism.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell

“I'll be fast. I can make you come in two minutes."

"I can do that myself. I never get to see you anymore- I'd rather talk to you"

That had to be the most romantic things anyone had ever said to me, and I went all gooshy inside.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell

“I looked at my spices again. Salt for protection, cinnamon to enhance psychic ability, and pepper to drive away evil. I figured I should start with the cinnamon.

My first impulse was to snort it.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell

“The past is only a memory. Memories have no power to hurt you.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell

“I smelled the cinnamon, and I imagined myself full of white light. I think I felt something. Something more than the desire for a piece of toast—though that was there, too.”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell

“I stared at the spot where [the ghost of] Warwick's nephew had warned me never to tell anyone what I could do, and then I slid my hand into Jacob's and pulled him close. He slipped his other arm around me and held me. I kissed him, and tried to clear my mind of everything but him and me. I looked deep into his eyes, and tried to determine if I was ready to let him in on the one thing I'd been carrying with me since my first round of psychic testing.

He started back at me like a man who'd fallen for me, hard. And that part inside, the one that usually tells me to run, or to shut up, or to play along and myself invisible and hopefully whatever I'm dealing with will just go away? That part of me said, /Yes. Tell him./

"I've got more talent than everyone on their payroll put together," I said. Jacob squeezed me tighter. His eyes never moved from mine. "I'm so far beyond level five it's not even funny”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell