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21 " He found the big man outside in the alley, seated on an overturned crate, a bag from some local fast food joint at his side, a large Diet Coke in one hand and a copy of The Grapes of Wrath in the other. He looked up as Chance moved to join him. “I’ll be all around in the dark,” D said by way of greeting. He did not consult the book. “Wherever there’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad. I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry an’ they know supper’s ready. An’ when the people are eatin’ the stuff they raise, and livin’ in the houses they built . . . I’ll be there too.” He paused. “I may have left out a couple,” he said. He looked at the book. "
― Kem Nunn , Chance
22 " She was staring out a window and he was taken, as he had been in the bookstore, by her length and line. "
23 " He was aware of the pulse in her wrist, warm against the heel of his palm. He was aware of his desire, taking him by the throat. "
24 " Words are what I have and it's the words as words that interest me. "
25 " Guilt was for lesser men. A sign of weakness. "
― Kem Nunn , The Dogs of Winter
26 " No one gets out of here alive. "
27 " He had come to a place of great beauty but it had taken the waves and the act of riding them to grant him communion. "
28 " The morning, the surf, could not have been more perfect. A clean swell, three to five feet out of the southwest. Paper-thin walls with long workable faces turned toward the sun. While he surfed, a school of porpoise arrived to join him for a time in the waves, passing in a leisurely fashion, slapping at the water with their bodies, calling to one another with strange sounds. They passed so close he could have reached them in a single stroke. A group of pelicans cruised by in formation, their bodies within inches of the sea. They circled the point and passed him once more, this time just inside the lineup, actually skimming along the faces of the waves, the last bird just ahead of the falling crest so it was like they were surfing, at play on the empty point, and he joined them in the waves, letting jewel-strung faces slip beneath his board, carving lines out of crisp morning glass. He "
― Kem Nunn , Tapping the Source