undead

Some necrophobes earn their own fates.

If people don't wish to be eaten then they shouldn't taste so nice

Take it from an old cadaver. Let go of the past.

Since when do wizards wear robes?" I whispered. "That's falling into every human stereotype ever created." Jeezum. Next thing you knew, they'd be waving around magic wands."The First Elder thought they'd look more intimidating in robes than in business suits," Alex whispered back. "They look like they're on their way to a costume party at Hogwarts.

The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.

He had existed for a long time and was fluent in many languages - most of them_dead ones.

Flowers are evil, because they live just to die for the love of other people. You don__ believe me? Try it for yourself and see if you__l be good afterwards. Undeath is a way of life, for some things. That doesn__ make it good or anything. Especially anything. Nothing makes anything anything. Because nothing is a serious matter, and anything just is.

We are aberrations__eings born undead, neither one thing nor another, or two things at once _ uncanny things that have nothing to do with the rest of creation, horrors that poison the world by sowing our madness everywhere we go, glutting daylight and darkness with incorporeal obscenities. From across an immeasurable divide, we brought the supernatural into all that is manifest. Like a faint haze it floats around us. We keep company with ghosts. Their graves are marked in our minds, and they will never be disinterred from the cemeteries of our remembrance. Our heartbeats are numbered, our steps counted. Even as we survive and reproduce, we know ourselves to be dying in a dark corner of infinity. Wherever we go, we know not what expects our arrival but only that it is there.

Kate grasped her small handbag and pulled a small blue vial and threw it into the grinding mass. It shattered harmlessly, causing two creatures to pause with a look of confusion."What is that potion?" Simon asked.Kate stared as the two undead things began to shuffle forward again. She glanced into her purse. "Damn it! That was my perfume.

Fear is the short road to death and this world, Changed by the flux of decay: Survival is the exception for weary men.From the new book The Waning

It__ one thing to be an undead fiend of darkness, but it takes an immense amount of work to look cool while doing it.

It suddenly occurred to me just how absurd this scene was: a guy wearing a suit of armor, standing next to an undead king, both hunched over the controls of a classic arcade game. It was the sort of surreal image you'd expect to see on the cover of an old issue of Heavy Metal or Dragon magazine.

The answer to enemies who heal annoyingly fast is always, always decapitation. That is why swords will never go out of style.

As any avid reader knew, a good read deserved a good seat.

The sooner the rebirth, the prettier the corpse.

To think that she had read the same elegiac prose he now beheld with such quiet awe made his heart sing.

Even in death she was more beautiful to him than she ever was alive.

Can__ call __m zombies anymore,_ sighed Manny. He seemed almost wistful. __ow we gotta be all politically correct. It__ like the Cold Wars never happened.