Graveyards were the one place Belladonna never saw ghosts.

The dead only knows their world.

The greatest loss is the lost of life.

In the middle of the cemetery is a grassy plane, strangely vacant. There are no granite tombs or crumbling concrete, just a sun-washed treeless patch of green known as “No Man’s Land.” Here 1,500 unidentified...

Most people say about graveyards: “Oh, it’s just a bunch of dead people. It’s creepy.” But for me, there’s an energy to it that it not creepy, or dark. It has a positive sense to...

They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank charnel houses and overgrown graveyards, of footsteps creaking upon staircases and...

Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone – and often lonely – through the lush...

The graveyards are full of indispensable men.

It is exactly the fear of revenge that motivates the deepest crimes, from the killing of the enemy’s children lest they grow up to play their own part, to the erasure of the enemy’s graveyards...

There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time.