Serial murder may, in fact, be a much older phenomenon than we realize. The stories and legends that have filtered down about witches and werewolves and vampires may have been a way of explaining outrages so hideous that no one in the small and close-knit towns of Europe and early America could comprehend the perversities we now take for granted. Monsters had to be supernatural creatures. They couldn’t be just like us.
-If I were a monster, I would have let you drown back in the swamps. -And that’s the difference between us. You think one act of kindness, even self-serving, is enough to not make you one.
Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed.
If I’d known then what I know now about fairy lore, I would have told my mother to burn that damned pillow and get those cursed teeth as far away from me as possible. Fairies and spirits aren’t generally known for altruism and charity, and a fairy bargain – even one so simple as trading a coin for a tooth – is a dangerous thing.
People like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves.
The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.
Hello dear readers! A while ago, I mentioned I had a mystery binge in January, which started with reading The Turn of the Key by Ruth Ware. After that I read all of her novels, and then naturally I started reading other mystery authors, because I forgot how awesome thrillers are?
It is not in my nature to be interested in the living. But there are many things, I have found, that defy nature.
Watching is like nature photography: You don’t interfere with the wildlife.
Hello bookworms! Recently I realized I’ve read several graphic novels and comics in the past few months which I haven’t reviewed. None of these really amount to a full, separate review, so I’ve decided to do mini reviews for these! These are mostly ARC’s, and I think you can still request some of these on Netgalley if you’re interested!
He understood that the ghost existed first and foremost within his own head. That maybe ghosts always haunted minds, not places. If he wanted to take a shot at it, he’d have to turn the barrel against his own temple.
Hello everyone! As you might remember from my first post in this series, I said I’ll review issues 3-6 separately, buuut then I decided against it. I didn’t want to do five posts on these comics, so I decided to do two by two and turn it into a three post series. Hopefully you’re still here after my math 101.
As promised, yesterday I started a Locke & Key readathon in anticipation of the Netflix show coming on February 7th. I’m reading one novel per day, finishing on the 6th, just before the series! This is a re-read, as I’ve read these novels two years ago, but I only did reviews for the first two volumes, Welcome to Lovecraft and Head Games.
Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.
What you can’t see is always scarier than what you can. Your eyes play tricks on you, filling in the shadows, making shapes.
We barely get any time on this planet. Do not spend it pleasing other people. Fuck politeness. Live life exactly how you want to live it so you can love the life you make for yourself.
People like you must create. If you don’t create, Bernadette, you will become a menace to society.
They call us monsters because it makes it easier to hurt us. But monsters are people, too.
People think that ghosts only come out at night, or on Halloween, when the world is dark and the walls are thin. But the truth is, ghosts are everywhere. In the bread aisle at your grocery store, in the middle of you grandmother’s garden, in the front seat on your bus. Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there.
The soil of a man’s heart is stonier, Louis. A man grows what he can, and he tends it. ‘Cause what you buy, is what you own. And what you own… always comes home to you.