A riverless silence made the air heavy.

James had taken his own life, but the need to do so was not something easily explained. He had the life he wanted: money, a home, a job, a wife, a good friend. I’d known...

I am who I am and always shall be.

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

Joshua had always been able to get away with things—things for which he should never have been forgiven. He was a lot like James in that respect, for while my husband had bought his grace...

So exquisitely perfect was the darkness of the heavens above that one would have difficulty believing it was a prison to the passengers and crew of The Black Witch.

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.

Is there a house up there? You’re not a sylph or something that really does live wild, are you?

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

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

he night beyond the window was still, mordant white snow, punctuated only by the eerie dark of the trees, gumshoeing their way along the edge of the path outside. Their skeletal fingers clawed up at...

Evil takes only prisoners….Time takes none.”From The Tenth, chapter 28.

Drive. He’s already dead.

The reflection was that of a putrefying corpse. By some trick of the light, her face seemed sallow and slipping, the patches of darkness giving the appearance of skin sloughing off in small pockets. I’d...

You can’t get the blood out.

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

Never tease anything that wants to eat you.” Reign of Blood

N-no doubt.” I smirked again.

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 night beyond the window was still, mordant white snow, punctuated only by the eerie dark of the trees, gumshoeing their way along the edge of the path outside. Their skeletal fingers clawed up at...

Lucy in the sky. Without her I am the walrus, likely to lose myself in dark gibberish and fade away.” Lance Underphal, Cut-Throat Syndrome.

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

Irwin was difficult to wake; the poor man was totally wiped out. He collapsed in one of the soft office chairs the moment Smith let him, sliding back into slumber. After he was settled, I...

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.

Despite what you think you know, most people don’t want to fight, especially when evenly matched. … That’s why you see those pissed young men doing the dance of “don’t hold me back” while desperately...

There’s a little angel on one of my shoulders saying that this is a wicked thing to do. Then there’s a little devil on my other shoulder, and she looks a lot like you.

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

The horror of what I saw chilled me to the bone. Blood glistened on my friend’s lips. He knelt down and whispered something I could not hear. Star then stopped attacking, and to lay down...

Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures that heralded my ghosts, and I knew them well, yet the revulsion they...

You don’t die of a broken heart, it only wears you down—just another rainy day.” – Grey Daze

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

My eyes meet his and I understand exactly what he’s saying. He’s my person. He’s my home.

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.

MISSION ONE ACCOMPLISHED. The next challenge was bringing in online gamers to join him on his crusade. How was he going to convince online gamers to leave the privacy of their virtual world to work...

In my experience, people who want to keep their painful injuries are using them as a crutch. They’re hiding from something.

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

She had fire dancing in her eyes as she assaulted him with her serpent’s tongue. Tonight she was not his wife but his little sister.

I imagined her poised, a humerus in one hand, a toothbrush in the other, as she gently brushed away the last remnants of the person who had once used that arm to shake hands, open...

I don’t have expensive tastes – just bloody ones.– Vampire Dragul Mangorian

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.

What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn’t want us to find out?

This place is Hell’s waiting room.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

Woodward, Bernstein, and Lucy,” Lucy corrected.

If you mean to scare women away from you, that speech can’t possibly work. Those threats? If I weren’t trying to hire you I’d be taking my clothes off right now.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.