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The Crimes of Orphans The Crimes of Orphans by Obie Williams
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“When you’re a monster, no one sees what kind of man you are.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“Everything burns...you just gotta know what kind of fire to set.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“It’s the easiest thing in the world. Just point, pull the trigger, and people go away.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“Her scent was there, swirling all around him. It was feminine, but not elegant. Not like flowers or the spring air, but rather like an autumn breeze, weaving its way through branches well on their way to winter slumber. It was the scent of a fall evening casting its glow over a serene lake. It was the smell of sunset, something he hadn’t seen in so long.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“It began as a flicker in her mind. Just a glint in a place still ruled by childish thoughts and fantasies. Yet that single spark ignited something, and the ensuing flame rushed forth with such speed and intensity that she was momentarily frightened it would swallow her whole. But there was no fighting it. It indeed devoured her, as well as everything else in its path. In the brief passage of an instant, the young girl’s tiny form was filled to the brim with brilliant, searing, blinding rage.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“A predator is what you are, and nothing you can do will change that. But being a killer is a choice you make. That’s the dilemma of free will. You can’t change your nature, but you can decide how to act on it.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“Her bare feet whispered across the floor as she approached him with the sort of stealth that only small children and trained killers possess.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“We’re all looking for forgiveness from someone.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“One of life's greatest blessings, Lita had once realized, goes completely unnoticed until it's gone. It is forgetting. Forgetting a terrible memory so completely that you forget there was anything to forget in the first place. It's just gone. Vanished. That is, until it comes back. And the memories always come back, one way or another, but most especially in dreams.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“[H]is flames were devouring her past.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“[I]n his last few moments of humanity, he was just a boy. A boy who had taken a stand against everything he feared, and had finally been set free.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“She remembered sitting on the edge of a white-sheeted bed, the muscles in her arms drawn taut as she gripped the linen and tried to contain her screams of pain, her teeth feeling like they’d crack from being clenched so hard, watching the seconds slowly drip off the clock.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans
“Nightfall was approaching, the light pouring away past the world’s horizon in a gradually darkening cascade.”
Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans