Dead Blood City Quotes

“It feels like the world just turned back on.”
― Jo Denning, Dead Blood City

“Was Alderisi’s mind neat and orderly? Of course not. It was an endless chasm of murk and filth. I plummeted through his darkness. When I finally reached the bottom, I found him—the lost boy.”
― Jo Denning, Dead Blood City

“Ringlets formed a halo around her tawny face. Her body was bloody and bare as Lilith driven from Eden.”
― Jo Denning, Dead Blood City

“You are magnificent, little one. And this is only the beginning.”
― Jo Denning, Dead Blood City

“Sometimes I just know things.”
― Jo Denning, Dead Blood City

“His eyes glittered like the emerald Jameson bottles cluttering my apartment. I felt drunk at the sight of him, warm and numb. It occurred to me from the depths of my mind that I’d never reacted to anyone like this before.”
― Jo Denning, Dead Blood City

“Time stood still.
It was like wading through the deep waters of the Atlantic, fighting the Gulf Stream current. Her red, red blood gushed out with each beat of her heart. I crushed my hands to her abdomen in some effort to make myself feel better because there was no fixing what he did to her. I wanted to say something to comfort her, but I was gone as soon as her blood hit my skin.
All I knew after that was her confusion and fear and agony. I went away for a while. I went away forever.”
― Jo Denning, Dead Blood City

“I don’t know what else you want to hear. I killed him. I’m not sorry, and I’m glad he’s dead. That’s all I’ve got, okay?”
― Jo Denning, Dead Blood City

“Hello, little one. What brings you here?”
― Jo Denning, Dead Blood City

“Now the animal fear drove her. The unseasoned heart in her chest pumped faster and faster still, adrenaline muzzling all conscious thought. Heaving breaths filled her lungs with mossy air and sweat chilled her skin. Each dig of her heels spattered mud over her legs as she ran. Overgrown hedges caged the girl’s small frame in evergreen and shadow. There was no nightmare more hellish than that endless flight, searching for the place she belonged and finding nothing.”
― Jo Denning, Dead Blood City