They might be a bit long, but the person handling the building of it is better are making them fit than I am, so I'm just giving samples...
Like the following, from Underground Guy, when Devlin is being interrogated by Reg:
“Would you call a lion who takes down an injured gazelle evil?” I growled, fighting to keep it low. “Does that word even apply to a hawk snatchin’ a field mouse that’s just a little too slow in gettin’ back to its hole?” ...
“Those other men. The dead ones. Is that how you excuse what happened to them?”
I shook my head. “That’s a waste. Only a fool does that. You never know when you might want to — ”
I stopped. I didn’t want to say what I was about to say.
His look grew wary. “Want to what? Want to what?!”
Dear God, I looked into his eyes, fought myself ... but I couldn’t lie to him so the words came out. “Feed, again.”
And this one from Curt as he's walking home:
I followed him.
I dunno why I did, I have to admit. Nothin’ hit me in th’ form of a thought as to what I was gonna do. I just saw how happy he looked, an’ how easy his life’d been an’ how perfect it would be from then on. So I followed him. Watched him jaunt towards this three year old Dodge parked halfway between two street lights. Watched his ass move under those jeans. Even th’ way he walked screamed at me how happy he was...
An’ I knew I had to kill that walk.
Sometimes I wonder where this stuff comes from...because I know it's from within me...but still I wonder.
BTW, the painting behind me is one I did a few years ago.
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