All myths have a basis in fact

What an excellent father you have, girls!’ said she, when the door was shut. ‘Such joys are scarce since the good Lord saw fit to close the gates of Hell and doom the dead to...

And for God’s sake, if you need to shoot make sure to release the safety ,” he murmured, as we moved across the front, careful to stick to the shadows as often as we could....

It ain’t how hard you are when you’re standing over top of someone that really matters. It’s how hard you are when someone’s standing over top of you that shows what you’re made of.

Really the only time men and women get along is when women want sex.

Of course, if I eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he’ll rise up and follow me back to the airport, and that might make feel better. I’ll introduce him to everyone, and...

Humanity is a spectator sport. God is the spectator.

What did the zombie say to the whore? Keep the tip!

Yeah, okay. You’re right. I was having dinner with Zombie Carl the other night. You know, steak, rare, and a bottle of vintage type A. He told me all his secrets, but too bad for...

She’s my sister; she got sick. She lost her kid. For all I know, she may have eaten her.

His question is pretty dangerous for me to try to answer, so I don’t—it continues to hang out there like the stained underwear at a slumber party that goes unclaimed.

This is how the zombie apocalypse starts,” Cas said. “You don’t screw with death, yo!

…the end of the world hasn’t granted the clumsiest among us any measure of grace.

I don’t like zombie movies, they’re just plain silly.

At first, many people infected with the zombie virus experienced similar symptoms to Ebola.

Don’t stop there. I suppose there are also, what, vampires and werewolves and zombies?””Of course there are. Although you mostly find zombies farther south, where the voudun priests are.””What about mummies? Do they only hang...

Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?

Since I had a soft spot for zombies and my curiosity was killing me, I opted for plan Z.

Fine, but if and when the zombies team up with the mummies to take over the world, you can’t live in my underground bunker.

I came to the conclusion a while ago that there is nothing romantic or supernatural about loving someone: Love is the privilege of being responsible for another. It was, for a time, what kept me...

Make requests, not demands. “Please” kill that zombie, honey, I’m out of bullets.

My story ended where so many stories have ended since the Rising: with a man—in this case, my adoptive brother and best friend, Shaun—holding a gun to the base of my skull as the virus...

I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.

[Reggie] had a way of picking the bad ideas, which is why we should’ve just said no.(from GAMELAND Episode 1: Deep into the Game)

I fear you may not be so lucky.

Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?

There is a child – a baby – who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn’t old enough to roll...

It had occurred to him that if the undead don’t realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.

I continued toward Atlanta with a Merle Haggard C.D. playing on the stereo. They weren’t great hosts, but those guys in The Ted Kaczynski Fan Club had great taste in music. It was all classic...

Now we gotta be all politically correct. It’s like the Cold Wars never happened.

I wish I could break this window. Step through it. But I can’t break this window. I can’t even find some less dramatic way to die inside of this school, like hanging myself or slitting...

It’s cloaked in cultural mumbo jumbo, but I assure you that it is very hard science.

…So I put it out of its misery, if it really was miserable, and tried not to think about it. That was another thing they taught us at Willow Creek: don’t write their eulogy, don’t...

Everyone is born a freak,” notes Hayley. “Every newborn baby, wet and hungry and screaming, is a fresh-hatched freak who wants to have a good time and make the world a better place. . ....

Just try it,” he murmurs, reaching over to cover my hand gently.And I think, Whoa, that’s never happened before!Then: Is he just doing that because he thinks Wyatt is interested?And, finally, this: Who the hell...

Alex: “You asked earlier why us humans fear death. I suppose it is the unknown – not knowing what awaits on the other side. But now I know, and I still fear it.”The Darkness: “?”Alex:...

Nobody should have to die like these people had. I didn’t know each of their circumstances, but I had a good guess. These people had died in terror, horror, and pain. More than likely, they...

The final entity was the beast. The steel juggernaut that raked claws made of screams along the bones of their soul.All of the pain that Jango had endured as a child had never left his...

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. This isn’t correct. Revenge is a dish best served lukewarm or at room temperature (depending on the room) with a side of sauerkraut lightly sprinkled with...

You and I are victims of the same disease. We’re fighting the same war, just different battles in different theaters, and it’s way too late for me to hate you for anything, because we’re the...

If this had been a public-school locker room, there would have been some gray jumbo-sized garbage cans nearby, and I probably could’ve taken care of cleanup by myself. But apparently the girls of St. Andrew’s...

The dead have existed for as long as the living, give or take a few years. But what good has that done them?

At least with zombies I know my enemy and I know what to do: Aim and shoot. It’s not so easy with people.

The whole right side of his face was smashed in, concave forehead and crushed cheekbone and one eye bugging precariously from a broken socket. He was purplish-black, and dirty white: Maggots seethed from every pore...

Speak English at this table or I will fire you so fast you’ll wind up standing at the airport wondering how you got from here to there without any goddamn pants on.

I’ve got everything I need right here.” That sentimental thought met a room full of cheesy and sarcastic “aw’s” and an empty water bottle thrown at my head. No, stop guys, really. You’re embarrassing me.

I don’t want to think about it, but I have to. Someone has to. I see the signs of spring and I weep…

Sometime later, I stood watching the cold rain fall, when suddenly I felt Daemon’s arms around me and his lips on my neck. He loved my pregnant body and his hands roamed over it under...

Then the Skopamish showed up. Their chests heaving, rotting eyes like dull raisins in their skulls. Their eyes found mine like a witching wand seeking water.

We’re not a people worth saving, plain and simple. We’re completely beyond that—both the undead and the few still living. Yeah, ‘living.’ Some life, huh? But it’s the only life we could ever possibly live...