A lover finds his mistress asleep on a mossy bank; he wishes to catch a glimpse of her fair face without waking her. He steals softly over the grass, careful to make no sound; he...

I have seen the dark universe yawningWhere the black planets roll without aim,Where they roll in their horror unheeded,Without knowledge, or lustre, or name.

Don’t think that what you say fleetingly to one man be harmless. Your fleeting words can travel so fast and so lightly that soon enough they will end up hitting someone so hard that they...

Paradis: «Sì, questa è la guerra», ripete con voce remota, distante. «Nient’altro che questo».Capisco benissimo il senso delle sue parole. «Più delle cariche che sembrano parate, più delle battaglie visibili dispiegate come stendardi, più ancora...

Il paese di Verulengo si estende come un serpente in provincia di Verona, lungo la strada provinciale 9a.”Incipit.

Keep driving,” said a soft voice in my ear. “She will not bite if you keep driving.”Fuck that. Fuck that idea like the fucking Captain of the Thai Fuck Team fucking at the fucking Tour...

Behind everyday reality, there is a deeper reality so cruel that it condemns to death those who crime is no greater than the pursuit of their own curiosity.(“Shem-El-Nessim: An Inspiration In Perfume”)

The introduction to horrors so young impressed on me just how helpless and vulnerable I was. Parents are supposed to empower their children to live without them but in my family, I wasn’t given permission...

The questions push me further into the space in between, the place where my madness lays waiting for me. I struggle with each question, determined to extract some sort of answer, an explanation for everything...

Time is going really faster than you think. That second just passed now, get up, pack the bag, get lost…

Wow, what a horror novel

William sees it all happen again. The pain is not in the event. The subjection to it and his powerless state each time is where his anguish lies. He is unable to influence the situation,...

What?’ He cried, darting at him a look of fury: ‘Dare you still implore the Eternal’s mercy? Would you feign penitence, and again act an Hypocrite’s part? Villain, resign your hopes of pardon. Thus I...

The other dark places,’ Evan whispered. Visions of tunnels of earth and stone, caves and streams entered his head. It was far beneath them. He knew it was real and it was down there, waiting.

If blood can produce money through rituals or the so-called human sacrifice, then it is the basis on which we live, so it is very essential to save and protect it from the fiendish eyes...

The world’s full of wonder, he said. Or at least horror that looks wondrous from afar.

He had no problem with flies or bugs or beetles, even creepy ones like earwigs and cockroaches…Six legs were fine, but eight were alien and unnatural.’The same number of legs as four fully-grown serial killers!

That thought probably has occurred to Socrates too.

When you have too much faith in something, it’s bound to hurt you. Too much faith in anything will suck you dry. In this way, all the world is a vampire.

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

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