I like the Hotel Costes, on rue Saint Honore, a boutique hotel near the Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre and the Tuileries. I love the dark, moody decor as well as the fantastic scented, candlelit pool in the basement.

He was sort of beautiful. In his own dark, depressing way, but still. She was going to miss that stupid fucking beautiful face.

Shame comes in different doses.

Kalist is in his office with the door shut, secretly adding the final touches to his new Brichacek doll; she’s got rosy, plaster cheeks and his nose hairs for pubes, although he thinks he might die them blond to go with her hair.

Deep blackness waits outside;a veiled inferno it attempts to hide.We see no more than dark clouds growing,but set inside, a fire is glowing.

Good evening South Africa, it is really evening now that the shadows are chasing the sun down the west with a great darkness trailing behind them. I am scared for myself and for you because a long dark night is very close.

He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.

What’s a Dullahan?”He’s a headless horseman, in the service of the banshee.”Headless?”Yes.”Seriously?”Yes.”So he has no head?”That’s usually what headless means.”No head at all?”You’re really getting hung up on this headless thing, aren’t you?”It’s just kind of silly, even for us.”Yet you spend your days with a living skeleton.”But at least he has a head.”True.”He even...

The things I believed in dont exist any more. It’s foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.

I think to myself: I don’t want to survive this oneI want to burn up in the wreckage

Translating the words on the door, he said, “Light from light.” “Waste and void, waste and void. Darkness on the face of the deep,” I said. “Then God commanded light. The light of the world descends from the Everlasting Light that is God.””That is surely one thing it means,” said Romanovich. “Bit it may also...

You are gone! Sky looks dark, ground looks dirty and I feel lost.

He whom the gods love dies young.

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me… I wish to know how to keep you… You rise like a tide in my oceans, shine bright like the moon over them, and darken the sky when you...

I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

Tej seemed such a sunny personality, much of the time–these flashes of dark were like a crack in the sky, shocking and wrong. Reminding him that the daylight was the illusion, the scattering of light by the atmosphere, and the endless night was the permanent default behind it all.

Conquest was not satisfying if it began with a surrender.

It’s what he needs, and whether he ever admits it to us or not, it’s what he loves” – Theoden (From Commanded:House of Theoden)

Doubt is unacceptable and should not enter you; it is merely evil trying to divert you and increase the difficulty of your task

I mean, if you think about doing things to people like that, if you think about it too much, it gets all up in you and you can’t control it after a while. Then they really got you.

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.

It is strange how loud little sounds become when you are in the dark and doing something wrong.

We are merely ghost flowers under the shade of the moonMany shades of secret sorrows blanket our eyesWe spend our lives and our soulsSearching-Longing-Waiting-For a little light to shine and heal our broken halo’s

Everything she does comes from within, from some dark impulse. I guess that’s what makes her so thrilling to watch. So dangerous. Even perfect at times. But also so damned destructive.

At one moment, his eyes sparkled in the light and in the next they were enshrouded in shadow. What connected those bands of light and dark? Could they indeed have been distinct entities?

The dark clouds make the black sea. (Les nuages noirs – Font la mer noire)

Obelmäker always suspected Kalist of being a driven man with a determined selfishness that verged on sociopathic, but he actually appears to be suffering for once, in a humane way, like one who has been driven and selfish previously, but has slowly started to see the gigantic error of his ways.

I am not compatible with life.

I’m alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.

I’d always be watching her. And she knew now that she belonged to me. Every breath she took, every step she made, every smile she faked, I’d always be there, watching her, waiting for her.

please,Tana,please.’ -lots of characters in The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

We walked back the way we came, and even though it was dark there were no lights burning inside the houses. They were like people without hearts; raspberry tarts without the jam.

No matter how dark your cloud is; sun in you will always outshine this darkness

I fear only that you will be taken away by the hands of the vampire hunter, and only then, will I fall.

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.

Which side was I on? There was no time to search for answers. All I could do now was ride on a werewolf’s back, toward a destiny as hidden as the dark side of the moon.

We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.

Flying high in the dark sky, crazy and free, I was happy visiting the worlds and giving death or madness to the people. Either was liberation.

People Die…Beauty Fades…Love Changes…And You Will Always Be Alone

All men needed to hear their stories told. He was a man, but if he died without telling the story he would be something less than that, an albino cockroach, a louse. The dungeon did not udnerstand the idea of as tory. The dungeon was static, eternal, black and a story needed motion adn tiem...

I’m out, surrounded in dark. But in the distance there is a small glow, a tiny light. Suddenly I’m standing alone, the space starting to brighten as the light grows.

Are you following me?” He asked.”Us?” I was the first to speak. “Um, maybe. Hi there. How are you tonight?”He looked at me like I might be a bit crazy.

As a kid, I was a Hitchcock lover; I cared about the dark side of things.

I like the dark, mysterious, maybe even gothic type girls. They have to have a good personality too! I’m very picky!

Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if I was looking through that same jar of honey. Maybe at that moment, the sun shone just right though the grimy windows, but the woman, the shelves, the jars, everything in...

People used to make money, but somewhere along the way, it started making us.

It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted positions.The dark continued to breathe. The breath of the tower lifted her clothing like the flaps of a tent, and sounded in her ears like falling snow.It’s the wind coming through...

People think “monsters” are born without origin. But it is the monsters that have the greatest stories to tell…

More than forty years of Communist rule in Central and Eastern Europe resulted in an unhappy and artificial division of Europe. It is this dark chapter of European history that we now have the opportunity to close.