Jenna. ” Brock stroked the underside of her chin very gently, lifting her face up toward his. “Would it be all right if I kissed you?
Someone remind me why I didn’t want to be an accountant when I grew up,” Brock drawled. Niko chuckled. “Because accountants don’t get to make things go boom.
Me Brock Lesnar. Here comes the pain. God built me strong. Forget to give me brain.
If the literary category of 'mordant fable' exists at all, it may be because Brock Clarke invented it. The Happiest People in the World is everything we fans have come to love from a Clarke novel: playful and deliriously skewed, and somehow balancing between genuinely great-hearted and gloriously weird.