Cedric Nye

“Sometimes you have to do something ugly so that something beautiful can grow.”

“The nurse snorted, and said. “All men are pigs.” “Not all men.” Jango said. “Some of the men are zombies.”

“When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.”

“I'm a man born to blood and pain, and peace would be a killing blow for me.”

“She watched as the dancing lights of madness swirled and flickered in his eyes like the fires of hell, and she knew that there would never be anything that could quench those fires except death. Vanessa knew that Jango had become his own Grim Reaper.”

“Spittle flew from Jango’s lips as he shouted at the man in a woman’s voice that sounded like it was made of cyanide and sugar that had been laced with the patter of blood dripping on an abattoir floor, “This is the truth about The Killer, ain’t it baby? You’re just a big ol’ bag of screams under all that big, bad muscle, ain’t you?”

“I once fed a dog-fight operator to the dogs he had abused for so long, and do you want to know something? It felt so good. It was justice, girl. The fucking law never gave a shit about a victim, but justice is all heart.”

“When it's my time, and the reaper calls my name, there will be no stink of fear on me, and my only wish will be to die with grace, covered in the blood of my enemies.”