Quotes from Wrath James White

Her belly ruptures full of parasites, Her eyes sink back in her skull Her butchered wrists, dangle From the edge of the bathtub Her children cuddle against her Desperate for love she cannot give

So very lovely His blood on her swollen lips His first vampire So very lovely He would have to remember Each salacious cut He took her slowly Bled her of secrets and screams He smiled contemplating That vampires bled just like whores.

Todd paused and stared into Terrence's eyes. there was no understanding there, just a white-hot rage and fear. he was looking at Todd the way you would look at a kid on ritalin who'd just taken a loaded shotgun down from the mantel.

Could it be that what we called aberrant behavior was in fact the natural state of man? Was there an instinct to kill? An instinct to rob,rape,maim,and destroy? In animals Joe saw every act that man had proclaimed criminal and sinful performed with startling regularity.

How was I supposed to know Jesus was brown?" replied Private Daniels with labored breath, dodging mortar explosions. "Blame Caucasian society for that shit, not me! Sunday School told me he looked like bearded Ewan McGregor, not the reanimated corpse of Osama bin Laden floating through the fucking sky! I thought he was coming to get us and I panicked!

The horns blew, and Jesus came floating out of the damned sky like Magneto to save us all! How did you repay him? You shot him in the fucking face and he hit the ground! He hit that shit harder than Paul Walker driving through a Christmas tree farm! So, yes! Congratulations! You're the Antichrist and your father was a psychic!

The Four Horsemen weren't pain and pestilence manifested as giants who rode skeletal stallions from the sky, but instead were roadies for Metallica, Slayer, Megadeath, and Anthrax from the original Big Four of Thrash Tour. They rode into town on four old, beat-to-shit golf carts covered in stickers for metal bands, most of which were unreadable.

It's like those Christians that say that if there wasn't a God they'd be out there robbing, raping, and murdering folks. If that's true, and the only reason they aren't out committing crimes is because they're afraid to go to hell, then they aren't really good people.

Imagine that; you survive the apocalypse, the scourge of Satan, the wrath of Jesus, and your first order of business is to bust a nut." "I'm not surprised. Humans were never good at prioritizing," I replied,

I was doing the LGBTQ version of a minstrel show.

Ah fuck, he's going to gnaw my arm off; I'm losing a limb. I can't go through life with one arm. I mean, fuck, I'm already a hideous rodent with no game," he said, sniffling. "I'll be a wobbly, off-balanced dipshit who lost his arm to an ass. And not even the good type of ass. "Are you crying?" "No, no, I have sweat in my eyes," he explained as the donkey's tongue kept licking his face.

Sophie had many positive qualities that balanced out her unpleasant pre-coffee demeanor.