Stop wiggling – you’ll move when I move you.

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.

I stumble across the sea of tarmac, finding pavement, concealment and a brick wall. Palms brace against the scrubby surface. My stomach churns and then bubbles over, burning my throat as acrid yellow acid spills...

Snow came back, but she didn’t come back right.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

I looked at Vicki. My beautiful Vicki. My dream. My love. My life.

Drive. He’s already dead.

Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you.

You can’t get the blood out.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

I don’t know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I’m a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.

The truth is you can teach it to do anything. You have to program your brain to your commands, not other people’s.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

I fear you may not be so lucky.

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

My demons always came dressed up in the faces i loved them most and that’s how i got so close to my demons and all dressed up faces disappeared eventually leaving me into nothingness.

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

To write your dreams of fantasy, is to create fantasy in another’s dreams

That’s the complete lack of it. If any one of those mass-genocidal idiots had faith, they wouldn’t have the insane need to prove it to others.”

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

Pulling back, like a savage carnivore at its prey, it tore a large chunk of meat rendering his left arm useless…regardless he did not require it for long.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

And I’ve learned to hit the brakes at these kinds of stop signs rather than t-boning a tanker truck filled with 200 proof mediocrity.

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.

To write you dreams of fantasy, is to create fantasy in another’s dreams.

So Mary gasped in disbelief as she heard the squeaking noise again, and the grandmother’s rocking chair was not moving at all. Then the grandmother opened her eyes and looked directly at her, holding her...

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

You got what you deserved. Now be a man and confess to what most of us already know.

This place is Hell’s waiting room.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

He had existed for a long time and was fluent in many languages – most of them…dead ones.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I was about to try again.

Gods do not decide who goes to Heaven or who goes to Hell. That is for the Cosmic Forces to decide. You are as close to being like a God than you ever will be....

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

As the helpless vampire watched the transformation, it started screaming. It was still screaming when his rows of razor sharp teeth sank into its throat.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

The marine underworld stretched below the ship and embodied many secrets. The disappearance of Olga had become one of the mysteries that would remain with Stefania and her family. The disappearance of her baby sister...

Am I Dead?”Had she fallen to her doom and this was all an elaborate fantasy? Was this the place between life and death? Her eyes welled up with tears and she ran towards the man...

I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

I’m not a bad person.

And now the bad Mommy was here – outside his window. With a little whimper, he ran back to the bed, jumped in, and pulled the covers over his head.Good Mommy was gone now…and bad...