Skill alone cannot teach or produce a great short story, which condenses the obsession of the creature; it is a hallucinatory presence manifest from the first sentence to fascinate the reader, to make him lose...

You have really nice teeth,” Terry said and thought they could be excellent for his collection of human body parts.

Xander Stryker.” A thick, rich voice filled the hall. The speaker stopped at the altar, standing in a blue robe. His thick brown hair was slicked back and tied in a small ponytail in the...

Yuki: “What can I learn from a stupid cat like you? You didn’t even know that Jason isn’t really a bear. He’s a character in a horror film.”Kyo: “Yeah? So what if I didn’t? Like...

The truth of the matter was something much more subtle and tremendous than any plain physical miracle could ever be. But never mind that. The important thing was that, when I did see the stars...

There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.

She suddenly felt herself gasping for air, as if she’d momentarily forgotten how to breathe. She rocked back in her chair and nearly fell over, then slumped against the green-covered table. The bowl fell from...

The military operation swiftly became one of disaster management and damage control, search and rescue.

That’s what I fear: being subtracted from myself. Negation. Forced against my will to become a beast.

I can’t be yours forever, Mab,” I told her, the words flying into my mouth as if by magic. “I already belong to someone else. I belong to Alice!

She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.

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

At the witching hour, the city was totally silent. Only the wind of portent blew through the gathered council of whispering brick chimneys on the rooftops, delivering the hand that would write upon the wall.

Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.

Seven, Richie thought. That’s the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.

I discovered news of old horrors in old books; read intelligence of old atrocities in old periodicals; always in the back of my mind, every day a bit louder, I heard the seashell drone of...

…there are more terrifying monstrosities in the world than Anthropophagi. Monstrosities who, with a smile and a comforting pat on the head, are willing to sacrifice a child upon the altar of their own overweening...

I nearly forced my own way through the undergrowth to leave the sight behind. I was afraid I’d encouraged the figure to advance by trying to see it, perhaps even by thinking about it. (“The...

Lover When You’re Near Me”)

Do you realize that a middle-class couple, one archaeologist, one dolls’ expert, can’t move from their house because ancient spirits are blocking them in? It’s a reasonable sort of day’s experience, isn’t it?