Rick Yancey

“And I open to him, a flower to the rain.”

— Rick Yancey

“My heart ached for the snow.”

— Rick Yancey

It's an either/or world now.

— Rick Yancey

“I am more than the sum of my fear.”

— Rick Yancey

“We don’t have passports.”

— Rick Yancey

“People die. Love endures.”

— Rick Yancey

“I am drowning in an infinite sea.”

— Rick Yancey

The world is a clock winding down.

— Rick Yancey

Climb onto my shoulders. I will not let you fall.

— Rick Yancey

“The monstrumologist laughed, and lifted his face toward the bleeding sky.”

— Rick Yancey

To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for.

— Rick Yancey

“I am a shark. A shark who dreamed he was a man.”

— Rick Yancey

Dr. Warthrop chopped off my finger with a butcher knife.

— Rick Yancey

It wasn't aliens that first made us gear up for war; it was our fellow humans.

— Rick Yancey

“I know a way -- I just don't know the way to the way.”

— Rick Yancey

There's a hero in every heart waiting for the dragon to come out.

— Rick Yancey

Maybe the last human being on Earth won't die of starvation or exposure or as a meal of wild animals. Maybe the…

— Rick Yancey

“There is nothing left when you reach the center of everything, just the pit of bones inside the innermost circle.”

— Rick Yancey

But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in…

— Rick Yancey

“The monstrumologist closed his eyes. "You should not have come, Will Henry." And I answered, "You should not have left me, Dr.…

— Rick Yancey

“They can kill us, even down to the last of us, but they can't kill - can never kill - what lasts…

— Rick Yancey

There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.

— Rick Yancey

“I am the one not running, not staying, but facing. Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And…

— Rick Yancey

“Outiko is not hunted; Outiko hunts, the ogimaa had said. You do not call Outiko. Outiko calls you.”

— Rick Yancey

“That's it," he said bitterly. "Cry, Cassie. Cry for her. Cry for all the children. They can't hear you and they can't…

— Rick Yancey

He asks me what happened to my leg. I told him I was shot by a shark. He doesn't react. Doesn't seem…

— Rick Yancey

“When that moment comes-and it always come- when you life teeters between getting up and giving up, when you can't get up…

— Rick Yancey

“We often take vengeance long after the fact upon blameless surrogates, reprising the same sins of the ones who trespassed against us,…

— Rick Yancey

“You and everyone else on the planet," I said. "Nobody actually knows, and they won't tell us, so everybody sits around guessing…

— Rick Yancey

“Oh, very well," he said crossly. "Come along if you must, but please keep quiet so I may think. I need to…

— Rick Yancey

“This is what the Others have done to us. You can’t band together to fight without trust. And without trust, there was…

— Rick Yancey

“He drops into the room, landing on the balls of his feet like a cat. I'm in his arms in the time…

— Rick Yancey

“That's my big problem. That's it! Before the Arrival,guys like Evan Walker never looked twice at me, much less shot wild game…

— Rick Yancey

Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another. We erect edifices in our minds about the…

— Rick Yancey

To show mercy is not naïve. To hold out against the end of hope is not stupidity or madness. It is fundamentally…

— Rick Yancey

“outside the boundaries of its own skin—these things had driven the species to the edge of destruction. Worse, this one organism threatened…

— Rick Yancey

“night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky. That’s how quiet it is. After a while it’s almost…

— Rick Yancey

The beautiful wooden board on a stand in my father's study. The gleaming ivory pieces. The stern king. The haughty queen. The…

— Rick Yancey

“And, for one– ten thousandth of a second, all of it fell away, the despair and grief and anger and pain and…

— Rick Yancey

“...Grimacing, I plunged a hand into the fouled water to clear the clog, morbid curiosity drawing my youthful eyes to the gray…

— Rick Yancey