Carsten Stroud Quotes & Sayings

Helga Sigrid was born in Reykjavik, Iceland, and still had an accent right out of Wagner. She was almost as tall as he was, and as Nordic as it was possible to get without disappearing altogether whenever the sun came out. — Carsten Stroud

when it came to Missing Persons, Niceville had a stranger abduction rate five times higher than the national average. — Carsten Stroud

Helga, we need to talk. There's something you've got to know about."

"You sound so serious, Lemon."

"I am, Helga. Deadly serious."

"Okay. I will be right over. Stay nude. — Carsten Stroud

God made the universe out of nothing, and if you look real close, you can tell. — Carsten Stroud

You're gonna have to explain all this shit to me, Frank. You don't just tell a guy he's dead and get him to throw a stiff into the river for you and then we fuck off for donuts. — Carsten Stroud

Back at the scene of the rollover they had brought in the dogs, who got one snootful of all the guts and gore scattered all over the place and, after a whispered conference, expressed their regrets and respectfully declined to participate. — Carsten Stroud

Money might be the root of all evil, but two million in stolen cash was mainly a hernia risk. — Carsten Stroud

His name was Mr. Quan and he was the concierge, which explained the black suit and the lavender shirt but not the oversized bow tie in chrome-yellow silk. Perhaps nothing could. — Carsten Stroud

A thousand feet above the crash site the flock of crows re-formed, drew into a tight cloud that took on the shape of a scythe as it flew low across the town, wheeling and soaring, filling the cool clear air with their brassy cries, and then it rose up in one coherent mass and disappeared into the east in the direction of Tallulah's Wall. — Carsten Stroud

See that?" said Lemon. "The car tracks turn off there."

"How do you know it's not the parks people on a golf cart thingie?"

"You don't golf, do you, Kate?"

"No, I'm too young to die of boredom. — Carsten Stroud

The weed-whacker dad was helping his kid whack weeds. Dad was blitzed to the eyeballs on beer, and the kid was waving the weed whacker around like he was Luke Skywalker. It wasn't going to end well. — Carsten Stroud

The Term "a Criminal Lawyer" Is the Opposite of an Oxymoron — Carsten Stroud

Lemon Featherlight was an ex-Marine, a full-blood Mayaimi Indian, irritatingly handsome in a piratical sort of way, a condition even more grating because all the women loved him, and made even moreso because he was actually a decent guy, and nobody needed that. — Carsten Stroud

He did not walk in beauty like the night. In fact, he slouched in warthog ugly like a Hangover Monday in Barstow, — Carsten Stroud

Go get us some burgers and coffee. I'll get on the horn to Mark Hopewell. I'll ask him for a list."

"Cheese or plain?"

"I'm on a diet."

"Plain then. And no fries?"

"I said I'm on a diet, not a death march. — Carsten Stroud

She gets away from you, I am. She's as big as a lynx. Look at — Carsten Stroud