In the attempt to find the just measure of horror and terror, I came upon the writing of Carole Gill whose work revealed a whole new dimension to me. The figure of the gothic child...

Mes, moterys, turime motinišką instinktą, kuris pabudęs iškelia mus virš smulkmeniškumo. Jaučiau ant savo peties šio didelio vyro galvą tarsi vaiko, kurį kada nors glausiu prie savo krūtines.

for I determined that if Death came he should find me ready

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

Nes juk galų gale gyvenimas yra ne tai, ką mes darome, o tik laukimas kažko kito, ir mirtis yra tai, kuo galime be dvejonių pasikliauti.

There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep…

By the way, I have a bone to pick with you.” Esperetta”Only one?” Velkan”At the moment.” Esperetta”Then I can’t wait to hear it.” Velkan”‘Bram’ and ‘Stoker’?” Esperetta”It was fitting, I thought.” Velkan