The Last Storm Quotes

“The rain felt good,” Cee says. “Like…no rain I’ve ever felt before.”
“Fresh,” I say. “Pure.”
“Right, until it started raining blood.”
― Tim Lebbon, The Last Storm

“Eight in the morning, clear sky, already ninety degrees in the shade, the world was nothing like it had been yesterday.”
― Tim Lebbon, The Last Storm

“The fire raged across the Desert after starting in scrubland. There are a thousand ways for such a blaze to begin: sun shining through to a scatter of dried plants; sparks from a passing vehicle; Sometimes it’s intentional. On a landscape fried dry by terrible drought and baked day after day by a merciless sun. The fire was a demon that stalked from place to place, searching for where to settle its blazing roots.”
― Tim Lebbon, The Last Storm

“The park itself is marked by drought. Grass is dead. A large pond contains a mere puddle of muddy water, and a few scruffy ducks pad across its oily surface. Hardy trees persist here and there, but planting beds are home to cacti and a few swathes of invasive devil grass. Even in the city people are fighting against the painful truth of change. They don’t call it the climate crisis anymore, or global warming, or any other name that might have once have been used to urge positive action. Now, this was the norm.”
― Tim Lebbon, The Last Storm