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Shoal: A Thanet Writers Anthology QUOTES

Shoal: A Thanet Writers Anthology QUOTES

1 " Looking at the corpses and the crowds relentlessly searching I understood that a body could not be laid to rest until it was matched to a name. "

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2 " Gradually the winds became more frequent and aggressive, forcing the trees to abandon their leaves that passed over me like pixies venturing into the night on wild stallions. "

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3 " What a lovely bit of light to change an entire perspective of an experience. So powerful, so subtle and so pure in nature that I can’t argue it away. "

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4 " Every morning he cast a mistrustful glance at the mirror then dragged a safety razor across cheeks that bore the faint shadow of teenage blemishes that countless facials and laser treatments hadn’t entirely eradicated. "

― John W. Mount , Shoal: A Thanet Writers Anthology

5 " I kept eating until I belched. By this point I’d hit my limit. I’d eaten pretty much three quarters of a cucumber. Surely that’d be enough. I didn’t think I could stomach any more. "

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6 " There were rumours of underwater cities, subterranean caves dripping with the blood of human sacrifice and even the odd story about natives interbreeding with some of the more attractive fish. "

― David Grimstone , Shoal: A Thanet Writers Anthology

7 " A long line of statues accompany the path, covered in moss and white blotches. But they’re not the angelic forms I had expected. They cower, slight and childlike. "

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8 " Fingers with no dexterity and legs too weak to walk, the result of old age and tired old bones. "

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9 " It felt a long climb, her stomach was aching, and her feet were killing her. She pulled herself up by the banister, the pressure easing as her arms took the weight from her hurting body. "

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10 " Laughter bounced off the seats like party balloons, each ear catching its sound, magnifying it, carrying it forwards and backwards, soaring on a ripple of words. "

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11 " Their arrival was heralded by a speedy whooshing and whirring, accented with clattering clunks and clicks. "

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12 " John swallowed and flexed his trigger finger as her head passed the centre of his cross-hair; that place was reserved. "

― Sam Kaye , Shoal: A Thanet Writers Anthology

13 " For a long time I have been fascinated by the idea that the world, as I experience it, only exists in my mind. It is the sum of the sensory inputs made real by my brain and experienced by my mind. Your world is entirely different. "

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14 " With every second in the lift the temperature plummets. I’m beginning to think I should have stayed where I was. "

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15 " It was a gentle hum of quiet that he enjoyed as if it was the first time. "

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16 " I had tried to make it beautiful with a spray of golden and orange autumn leaves in an empty green wine bottle on the floor by the hearth, with a string of tiny mouse skulls and soft white dove feathers hanging above my bed, and a cluster of dried rose hips pinned behind the door. "

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17 " The room was filled with paintings, created by masters in centuries past, lining the three sides of the room, but, in the centre was the marquee attraction, the one work they hoped would draw the crowds. "

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18 " It’s a traveller, he says, it’s lost like us, a wanderer covering miles. A scavenger that lives amongst the rocks and steals to live. It’s beautiful. "

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19 " He had a stiff drink and it was then that he started to think about love. "

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20 " It’s weird how the mind remembers the silly details. I still can’t remember the colour of my wife’s eyes, but I can remember that we were arguing about mayonnaise. "

― , Shoal: A Thanet Writers Anthology