The Shuddering Quotes
"You be careful," she told him, tightening the scarf around his neck before kissing the tip of his nose. "Don't go chopping off any fingers."
"They only come when it snows," his dad had told him, repeating the stories his own father had whispered into his ear in the dead of winter.
"I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast."
"Don’t listen to him," Jane told her. "He’s an idiot."
"I guess I just don’t want her to be alone, you know?"
"I hate snowboarding!" she screamed into the pale blue silence. "I’ve never liked it!"
"What the hell?" Stepping over to the cheap pine staircase, he pressed a button on the wall.
"I’m in love." Despite her wet hair, Lauren was already in bed.
"I feel like I’m dying," Jane whined. "Please, let’s just go to the car, okay?"
"Shut up, boyo," Lauren told him, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"I’m sure you heard something," Sawyer told her, blindly reaching across the bed.
"This is like a goddamn horror movie," Lauren said.
"Take that one," Jane told him, nodding to the novel in April’s lap.
"Music helped wake him up, and at the moment being awake was more important than being comfortable."
"Despite his pounding headache, music helped wake him up."
"Lighting his cig, he sucked in a lungful of smoke and slid out into the predawn darkness."
"He busied himself at the pickup’s front bumper, Slayer coiling through his open door."
"Parking so that his high beams shone against the carport’s shoddy construction, he rolled down his window and stuck his head into the cold."
"Clyde’s plow was parked beneath the lean-to structure, bright yellow paint chipping off ten-gauge steel."
"The distinct scent of urine over the hot metallic aroma of his own blood sent him into a panic."
"He tried to scramble to his feet despite his injuries, but one of them lunged forward, its teeth tearing into Clyde’s shoulder."
"Satisfied with his position, he cranked the stereo and reached into the glove compartment for a smoke."
"His eyes widened as hot blood bubbled from his neck."
"Wolves," Sawyer said, his throat dry, closing around that lie.
"If I told you what happened, you would never leave this room again."
"We can’t stay in here," he finally spoke. "We need a plan."
"You have no fucking idea. You have no fucking clue."
"Nobody is going to die…" She faltered when she realized that she was wrong.
"I’m not going to die in here," Sawyer assured them, taking a backward step.
"It was a one-in-a-million chance," Ryan told them.
"They’re like out of a nightmare. They’re impossible. They can’t exist."
"What if they haven’t found any bodies because there haven’t been any?"
"You’re a lousy shot," Sawyer whispered, his face twisted in pain. "You used all the bullets."
"What are you smiling at?" Ryan demanded. "Get up! We have to get ready to go, okay? Sawyer? We have to get ready to go. We’re going to make it."
"You’re a badass," Sawyer wheezed. "Holy shit, dude. Holy shit."
"They’re afraid of it," he told her again. "If you see one come close, hold the fire out in front of you."
"Thank you!" he screamed up at the sun, spinning around to look at her a moment later. The expression on his face was enough to assure her that they had made it. It was over.
"We’re going to be okay," he said, baiting both of them to keep going.
"It’s absolutely necessary," he told her, blocking Oona from scrambling back up the stairs.
"Because we’re here," he assured her. "Because we’ve made it this far."