Yeah, I get it. I’ll be cool as a well digger’s ass.”He jumped when the front door slammed shut, the harsh bang echoing around the trees.Mitch shook his head. “That well digger must be working...

When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live.

His meat was going to be very fulfilling.

I Hear the sledges with the bells – Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All...

Shit rolls downhill. Bureaucracy rolls faster.

You want me to wear a condom?!

Horror. I can’t manage it. I become–well–horrified. Self-help books have a similar effect. When asked, “Any literary genre you simply can’t be bothered with?” – (By the Book: Writers on Literature and the Literary Life...

This is indeed one of the true tragedies of lycanthropy, that the subject of such evil pacts and nefarious deeds is ignorant of his place in the plot that besieges this humble hamlet.”– Aleister Creed,...

Even the most impassioned devotee of the ghost story would admit that the taste for it is slightly abnormal, a survival, perhaps, from adolescence, a disease of deficiency suffered by those whose lives and imaginations...

The dead are jealous, jealous, jealous and they will do anything to keep you from the living, the lucky living. They will argue with you, and distract you, and if that doesn’t work, they will...

We may think of ourselves as static anti-heroes, but in reality we’re dynamic protagonists just waiting for our courage to kick in.

I cried for all of those things that should have just been for us…

Il sorriso di Helen mi tranquillizzò; in fondo era una delle persone che amava leggere per prima i miei lavori. Intinsi la punta nell’inchiostro e scrissi le prime parole: Il cuore rivelatore.

She was lost now, she’d been silenced- another dead branch on Cordova’s warped tree.

Today, acknowledgement of the prevalence and harms of child sexual abuse is counterbalanced with cautionary tales about children and women who, under pressure from social workers and therapists, produce false allegations of ‘paedophile rings’, ‘cult...

Odessa sighed. ‘When I said you were one of the smartest people in the company, I was referring solely to your technical abilities. Now get to work.

Just tell yourself they’re only stories. Pamela K. Kinney (Spectre Nightmares and Visitations)

The preface? Why would he waste time with the preface? Skip the preface and move on to the meat of the thing!

I live in different worlds. One world where I perform my duty as a part of society. My favorite is my world. The writing’s world.

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

The future will never bend to the fleeting hopes of the man.”From “Lucifer’s Ladder: God of the Fallen, Book One

The times have changed and now the story is old, but yet it all remains the same, a victim in the cold.

You tell a soul or even God Hisself what you seen when the rougarou changes , or even that you met one, and a year ain’t passed, you’re liable to change to one yourself.

The book the snowman was the best book I have ever read it had suspence durring the whole book it was AWSOME!!!

He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.

There had stood a great house in the centre of the gardens, where now was left only that fragment of ruin. This house had been empty for a great while; years before his—the ancient man’s—birth....

Romance is not the giving of flowers, or any other gift. It is a way of life, a way of being. Romance is every thought, gesture, and deed on your part to make another feel...

Can you smell his sweat? That peculiar goatish odor is trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid. Remember it, it’s the smell of schizophrenia.

It is not in my nature to be interested in the living.But there are many things, I have found, that defy nature.

All of us had problems, it seemed, whose sources were untraceable, crossing over one another like the trajectories of countless raindrops in a storm, blending to create a fog of delusion and counter-delusion. Powerful forces...

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

Jesus Christ-” “Is Not here right now,” the man in black replied,”and even if he were, he could not save you.

One day you see a man walking down the road, the next day you come to his yard and find him dead… Why is it that he cannot do what the living do? It is...

Woodward, Bernstein, and Lucy,” Lucy corrected.

Heaven has no idea its Queen is on the edge of suicide.

The loneliest place to spend eternity is your own life after you can’t change it anymore.”–Lucifer from Kevin

The road up and the road down are one and the same.” Heraclitus

Perhaps I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and barren immensity.

As has already been noted, fantastic literature developed at precisely the moment when genuine belief in the supernatural was on the wane, and when the sources provided by folklore could safely be used as literary...

Ms. Fang is the nicest, sweetest teacher at Scary School. She only ate twelve kids last year.

The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all those more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind.

For an instant Harry imagined… Just for an instant, before his imagination blew a fuse and called an emergency shut down and told him never to imagine that again.

There was nothing physical she could do to stop Mario from carrying out whatever he wished. She shivered at the thought of what that sleazy, other world leftover might do should she launch an attack...

All cats are gray in the dark. And besides, her actions have less to do with her, and everything to do with you.

Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When you finally reach the one who deserves it, you have poisoned yourself and many...

When extremists come together extreme things happen.

I can also speak to small woodland creatures,” he grins at me.

The snow wasn’t deep – in many places its crust was firm enough that they actually walked on top of it – but the wind was surgical, a precision instrument with needles for teeth, and...

I am, yet I strive to not be. Do you understand, comrade?” His tone suggested fellowship, disciples of the same obscene religion. …

Oh my God,” Mrs. McIntire screamed. She’d dropped to her knees, the dark sand and water soaking into her jeans. “Neely!”Mr. McIntire held his wife while she screeched her daughter’s name over and over. “She’s...