Red, White, and Blood

Something you killed didn't stay dead? Wow. That must have really put some termites in your coffin.

Cade seemed a little too sure of his conclusion from too little evidence. “Cade. If you knew something I didn’t, you’d tell me, right?” “I know a lot of things you don’t, Zach. We don’t have that kind of time.

It’s been around for almost a hundred years,” Latham said. He looked at Cade. “Is it like you? A vampire?” “No,” Cade said. “It’s worse.” “Awesome,” Latham muttered.

What did you think of him?" Cade asked. "Give me some credit," Zach said. "Guy’s more full of shit than a duck pond.

The Boogeyman,' he said, just to be sure. 'The Boogeyman killed an employee of the President of the United States.' The president nodded. Some days, Zach thought, I really hate this job.

This is not a man,” Cade said, his voice like a crypt door slamming. “In almost a hundred years, I have seen it shot, stabbed, drowned, burned, decapitated, dismembered and buried. And in almost a hundred years, there’s only been one thing that’s ever been able to kill it.” “What?” Latham asked, his voice squeaking. Cade’s eyes speared every agent in the room as he answered: “Me.

And when the man who commanded a nuclear arsenal and the greatest military in history was frightened, it meant that something other than human intervention was required. That, unfortunately, was part of Zach’s job every day now. That was where Nathaniel Cade came in

When they come and the guns are thundering and the men are falling all around you, there is only one way you will stop it. You are going to have to kill. So you be the best goddamned killer there is.

Zach had once heard the president described as "the most dangerous narcissist alive, because the world really does revolve around him.

Take any one of these dipshits in their easy-fit pants and triple-XL T-shirts. Ask them what we should do about the Middle East, or health care, or abortion, and they've got all the answers. Half of the voters can't find Iraq on a map, but they know just what to do about the War on Terror. Sixty percent of them are on some kind of government handout, but they can't stand freeloaders. And ninety percent of them don't know what the Fed does, but they're ready to abolish it.

Zach had been on the receiving end of a few of Lanning’s ass-chewings back in the day. They were epic sagas of righteous fury and perfectly applied touches of profanity. It was like being verbally disemboweled.

He was probably already in one of the nearby restaurants - a TGIChiliMcAppleBarrel’s or whatever ...

Why aren’t you as frightened as the others?” “Would it do any good?” she asked. “Fear’s just an alarm clock. It wakes you up to the danger. Then you turn off the alarm, get out of bed and get to work.

She knew vampires were tough to kill, but Cade had to be part cockroach as well.

Do you think it's really the Boogeyman that killed Brent? You think it's back?" "I sincerely hope not." "When you say things like that, I start to cry a little on the inside.

Kids these days, right? Ignorant and in love with their ignorance.

Cade separated the man from his rifle, his hostage and his life, in that order.