" the full-grown bear took a swipe at him, and he shit his pants—swear to God, it’s on the police report—and jumped into his SUV and proceeded to drive the SUV into a tree, where it bounced into the lake, and our subject drowned with a look on his face like this.” Daniels mimicked pure terror. “Which is probably the most solid proof that God exists that I have ever fucking "

― Amy Lane , Constantly Cotton (The Flophouse, #2)