Blake Crouch Quote

Something niggled her. A seemingly small fact she was overlooking. A rodent scurried through some leaves nearby. A mosquito whined in her ear. What was it? No flashlight. That was it. Fitch hadn’t brought a flashlight outside with him. When she’d glimpsed him walking down the steps, she’d expected to see a light wink on. But it never did. And then he’d just strolled up that path in the dark like— Her breath caught in her chest. —like he could see. She sat up. That wasn’t a strange-looking hat he’d been wearing. Those were night-vision goggles.

Blake Crouch

Something niggled her. A seemingly small fact she was overlooking. A rodent scurried through some leaves nearby. A mosquito whined in her ear. What was it? No flashlight. That was it. Fitch hadn’t brought a flashlight outside with him. When she’d glimpsed him walking down the steps, she’d expected to see a light wink on. But it never did. And then he’d just strolled up that path in the dark like— Her breath caught in her chest. —like he could see. She sat up. That wasn’t a strange-looking hat he’d been wearing. Those were night-vision goggles.

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About Blake Crouch

William Blake Crouch (born October 15, 1978) is an American author known for books such as Dark Matter, Recursion, Upgrade, and his Wayward Pines Trilogy, which was adapted into a television series in 2015. Dark Matter was adapted for television in 2024.