horror-authors

The stink of rot and ruin, of old dreams, broken screams, and wicked, dirty little things.

Sometimes good people do bad things.

Some things you cannot see or explain, but they are there, lurking.Some things dwell in the dark: waiting_watching_haunting.Sometimes evil takes on many forms, many faces.And silence is the last thing you hear, when it__ already too late.THE SILENCE

Books like Twilight are not art. They are mass-produced crap that is meant to be consumed by the widest possible audience, for the largest possible profit.

Remember that if I were born of the underworld, you were born of flowers. You are the blood the forest feeds upon, and it is you who gave the woods their dark magic. Time doesn__ exist, and in another world I never left you. I__e transformed your wounds into a scepter for a queen. The nightcatcher may think that she__ had her victory - but your veins are buried in the map of the earth and she can never have you. She thinks she can own the universe because she__ enslaved gods and eaten stars, but she couldn__ even kill me, living here in her tunnels, because you protected me with your love.

No one will ever write a horror novel as scary as reading about my symptoms on WebMD.

I stumble across the sea of tarmac, finding pavement, concealment and a brick wall. Palms brace against the scrubby surface. My stomach churns and then bubbles over, burning my throat as acrid yellow acid spills from my lips in frothy discomposure. It splatters the pavement like a spray of blood.