“…Without even his command, his neurons fired with such great strength in those firm and rippled muscles of his that they clenched and flexed and raised and made his imposing body erect like a giant unfurling fiddlehead, and with the force and explosion of a modern gun Anaku cocked back his spear-holding hand and flung his projectile at the now death-staring gazelle…”
— Excerpt from The Story of Anaku
“…and then they’d drive back and burst open the door to the apartment like Conquistadors coming back to Spain, laden with bags and bags and brown paper bags of the riches of the New World. Mom would clap and cheer, Ian and Anna – the son, the daughter– would scream and squeal and scramble into the kitchen for plates and forks and knives, banging silverware and porcelain and glasses in their frenzy. Mom would fold open the tiny table in the living room, Pop would flick on the T.V., and the children would lay out the food. They’d sit on the couches, on the floors, on folding chairs that should’ve only ever been used outside, in silence, gorging their mouths and stuffing their minds, and feel, even if it was just for a brief, fleeting moment, like a family.…”
— Excerpt from To What End?
“…A plump, middle-aged woman in the stands, not knowing what to make of the moment, broke out into a round of nervous applause. The rest of the court, stunned, watched in silence as a towering man climbed out of the vehicle...”
— Excerpt from The Trial