Romanse Macabre: five quotes, part two

Here’s part two of my Romanse Macabre quotes series (of 30, possibly more), with quotes 6 to 10. As before I’ve added little bit more about them.

 

Originally posted on the Sisters Noire Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/sistersnoire).

He touched the cool roughness of the Little Anglitan brickwork as he glided  across the cobbles through the place of his death. - Ithaca Faulkner
6) He touched the cool roughness of the Little Anglitan brickwork as he glided
across the cobbles through the place of his death. – Ithaca Faulkner

 

Ithaca feeling a little light-headed.

 

The disease wasn’t in his head anymore, it was all around him. – Romanse Macabre.
7) The disease wasn’t in his head anymore, it was all around him.

 

When the madness spreads around the British seaside city called Little Anglitan.

 

Archery, horse-riding, fencing and much time spent under weeping-willows watching insects crawl dumbly across the powerful stanzas of poems. She ached for those days when life had been good. – Amelia Railey, Romanse Macabre
8 ) Archery, horse-riding, fencing and much time spent under weeping-willows watching insects crawl dumbly across the powerful stanzas of poems. She ached for those days when life had been good. – Amelia Railey

 

Amelia Railey remembers better times when she was young, when her and her parents were happy. Before the pain.

 

I'm losing faith, forgetting whatever it was I believed in.
9) “I’m losing faith, forgetting whatever it was I believed in.”

 

Binley reflects on a time when he may or may not have had a belief system and certainly when his body wasn’t decomposing.

 

People love f*ck-ups in fiction, why can’t they tolerate us in real life?
10) “People love f*ck-ups in fiction, why can’t they tolerate us in real life?” – Laurence Cade

 

Laurence Cade gets shirty with the general populous, scribbling madly in his journal.

Romanse Macabre: the first five quotes

Here are the first five quotes (of 30, possibly more) and a little bit more about them, which I’m sharing to kick off revealing content for my first book “Romanse Macabre”.

 

Originally posted on the Sisters Noire Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/sistersnoire).

 

Oh God, you're here to arrest me, aren't you?

1) “Oh God, you’re here to arrest me, aren’t you?”
– Laurence Cade

 

Drunk, heart-broken, with a head full of dead bodies, we see our tragic hero, Laurence Cade, at his lowest ebb.

 

I just wanted something simple and ugly with someone complicated and beautiful. Was that too much to ask for?

2) “I just wanted something simple and ugly with someone complicated and beautiful. Was that too much to ask for?” – Laurence Cade

 

Laurence Cade, explaining to James what exactly he looks for in a woman.

 

Maybe I've done some bad things in my past. She paused. I have done some bad things in my past. But killing something when you have no idea what it is? How much blood before there's blood on my hands?

3) “Maybe I’ve done some bad things in my past.’ She paused. “I have done some bad things in my past. But killing something when you have no idea what it is? How much blood before there’s blood on my hands?” – Amelia Railey

 

Amelia Railey ponders her morality, especially when it comes to killing Blue Eyes – crazed fast-zombie-esque human beings emerging around the city.

 

My father - Mr Railey, in the kitchen, with a candlestick.

4) “My father – Mr Railey, in the kitchen, with a candlestick.” – Amelia Railey

Amelia Railey, recollecting.

 

Civilian life could not prepare a man for war, just as war could not  prepare a man to return to civilian life with its mundane rules & mitigated chaos. A life in mute, running at half speed.

5) Civilian life could not prepare a man for war, just as war could not prepare a man to return to civilian life with its mundane rules & mitigated chaos. A life in mute, running at half speed. – Ithaca Faulker

 

Ex-soldier Ithaca Faulkner recollects his life adjustments.

 

Romanse Macabre – a little about my book

I thought I’d do a quickie little snapshot of my first story, Romanse Macabre, using different words than from before –

 

 

A man named Laurence searches for his best-friend’s killer in a Neo-Victorian British seaside city.

A girl, sleeper-agent, Amelia, needs to escape the city.

Girl meets boy. Zombies ensue.

Love

Death

Revenge

Blood

Guts

Monsters

Femme Fatales

Gentlemen

Bastards

Tragedy

And a shitload of bullets.

– Romanse Macabre!

Sunny days

A beautiful sunny day, before its time. I’m trying to look forward but a large portion of me is still mired in the crap of a hundred other days like this one. Days where you enjoy the sunlight but detest the laughing smiley faces of passers-by, locked in embraces or hand-holding or simple conversation as though it were the most normal, easy thing in the world. Then there’s that bastard parked up playing super-loud Victronica on his car stereo. the sod. In fact I think I’ll close the window. Put some Arcade Fire on.