On Shadow Gods.
So I got a copy of The Shadow God by Aaron Rayburn. I will be posting various lines at a time for your amusement.
- In so many words, he told the people they could take the Father and shove him straight up a goat's ass. That was when Father Spiers mailed an informal letter to Matt's house declaring that without his blessing, their unborn child would be condemned to Hell.
"He can't threaten us and our child like that!" Matt declared. "I ought to down to that damn church and just beat the living shit out of him!"
"It's all right," said Susan, holding him at bay. "Fighting won't solve nothing. You'll just make things worse for us."
- The door slowly opened and Father Spiers stood in the [hospital room's] threshold clad in black robes, black hat, and a look of chagrin perched upon his withered face.
Disparity coursed through Matt's blood. "What the hell do you want?"
Spiers torqued his lips into a crooked smile.
- Matt turned around and saw a couple of burly guys dressed in hospital whites running toward him. He turned to look at Spiers and a sweeping panic overtook him. The man lying next to his knees on the floor with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth was not Spiers. It was the doctor, who had just delivered his baby son.
- Craig stood of to the side, laughing his ass off. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed cheerily. "And you mean to tell me all of this is on tape?"
...saying, "Yep, all of it."
"Did it get me getting hit in the nuts?" Mark asked.
Both Craig and Todd laughed again. "Heck yeah," said Todd. "I'd be mad if I didn't get that." He turned to Mark. "I can show this to your grandkids someday."
- Craig had grown up to be a fine twenty-year-old...a prominent brow, a nice smile, and stood somewhere around six foot three.
- They also knew that Craig was subject to have a lot of bad days ahead of him, because he suffered from manic depression.
- "Damn," said Mark. "What would it take for me to get a girl like that?"
There was a moment of silence, then Todd said, "A miracle."
Mark shoved Todd's shoulder. "Hey! Fuck you!"
Todd and Craig hit each other's knuckles lightly. "That was a good one," said Craig.
- The closet door slowly squeaked open, pouring a widening arc of blue light across his floor. Craig's eyes shot wide as goose bumps pimpled his skin...Craig wanted to call out to his mother again, but what would that do? Besides, he was twenty years old. It was time to stop letting stuff like this take control over him. It was time to face the music. It was time to stop being a pussy.
- In so many words, he told the people they could take the Father and shove him straight up a goat's ass. That was when Father Spiers mailed an informal letter to Matt's house declaring that without his blessing, their unborn child would be condemned to Hell.
"He can't threaten us and our child like that!" Matt declared. "I ought to down to that damn church and just beat the living shit out of him!"
"It's all right," said Susan, holding him at bay. "Fighting won't solve nothing. You'll just make things worse for us."
- The door slowly opened and Father Spiers stood in the [hospital room's] threshold clad in black robes, black hat, and a look of chagrin perched upon his withered face.
Disparity coursed through Matt's blood. "What the hell do you want?"
Spiers torqued his lips into a crooked smile.
- Matt turned around and saw a couple of burly guys dressed in hospital whites running toward him. He turned to look at Spiers and a sweeping panic overtook him. The man lying next to his knees on the floor with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth was not Spiers. It was the doctor, who had just delivered his baby son.
- Craig stood of to the side, laughing his ass off. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed cheerily. "And you mean to tell me all of this is on tape?"
...saying, "Yep, all of it."
"Did it get me getting hit in the nuts?" Mark asked.
Both Craig and Todd laughed again. "Heck yeah," said Todd. "I'd be mad if I didn't get that." He turned to Mark. "I can show this to your grandkids someday."
- Craig had grown up to be a fine twenty-year-old...a prominent brow, a nice smile, and stood somewhere around six foot three.
- They also knew that Craig was subject to have a lot of bad days ahead of him, because he suffered from manic depression.
- "Damn," said Mark. "What would it take for me to get a girl like that?"
There was a moment of silence, then Todd said, "A miracle."
Mark shoved Todd's shoulder. "Hey! Fuck you!"
Todd and Craig hit each other's knuckles lightly. "That was a good one," said Craig.
- The closet door slowly squeaked open, pouring a widening arc of blue light across his floor. Craig's eyes shot wide as goose bumps pimpled his skin...Craig wanted to call out to his mother again, but what would that do? Besides, he was twenty years old. It was time to stop letting stuff like this take control over him. It was time to face the music. It was time to stop being a pussy.