Edge of Sundown Quotes

“Pride had a chalky, bitter taste.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“He’d forgotten what this brand of uncertainty was like. He’d always had some other project to immerse himself in, mind exploding with plots, keeping the anxiety at bay. Torture couched in madness.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“Truth hidden between the lines of articles and reports melted into one ceaseless roar.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“The short space between them seemed to grow into a chasm. He stood on the precipice, unsure how to cross.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“Overnight, the world had taken on an eerie flatness, a still life depicted in monochrome.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“Fresh air only required jumping ship.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“He allowed her to carry him into her fantasy of living free, even if it never left the space between their lips.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“All he had was abstract sensations and not one fact.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“The edges of each breath fluttered out of reach, and he laid a hand against his chest as if to capture them.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“He needed to get over the threshold, find enough serenity to sleep. But he couldn’t quite step off that hedge.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“The powerlessness, the sensation of falling, the rotten, futile attempt to save himself, seeped into his memory. But they flickered like clips from a film: detatched random pictures devoid of emotion or context. He hoped someone could fill in the missing scenes.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“Graham held the stub between his fingers and rubbed his forehead with the knuckle of his thumb, digging so hard he wasn’t certain whether the headache existed before or not.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“They were both too good at the game.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“The past was evident, pain infusing every line.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“His legs spasmed at the sudden shortening of his stride.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“A walk in the blistering cold was preferable after the airless traps of the hospital and car.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“His voice came out low and steady, squeezing the fury into a tight little ball.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“He’d stared at the towers outside the picture window and delivered the news in the faint, halting way of a man confessing.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“Every table now claimed by fellow caffeine addicts, tiny screens and steaming drinks sealing them into private bubbles, no one would hear if he lowered his voice.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“Nothing shoots you to the top of a bestseller list like a posthumous release.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“Graham pulled on his cigarette, studying Val a long while before answering. After so many years of watching this man skyrocket from newb to respected artist, sparring-on somewhat friendly terms-with Dad, he’d come to know his every trick, every nuance, leaving nothing for him to hide behind. Not even that glass, held like a mask against anyone attempting to glean his truth.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown

“The days when language rolled like poetry, mellifluous and robust, a rich broth you could savor on your tongue.”
― Jennifer Worrell, Edge of Sundown