It is sad, of course, to forget. But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. To remember when no one else does.
Warren the 13th tiptoed across the roof of the Warren Hotel, and the old slate tiles clattered like bones. A crisp autumn wind snapped at his back, threatening to knock him off balance, but he kept going. A fall from the top of an eight-story building was the least of his worries. He had a chimney to repair.
It is easy to kill with a bow, girl. How easy it is to release the bowstring and think, it is not I, it is the arrow. The blood of that boy is not on my hands. The arrow killed him, not I. But the arrow does not dream anything in the night.
It’s not something you tell people about, obviously. Not your parents, not your friends, not your dear old uncle or your favorite aunt: I can see the devil in people. I can see the devil in you.
-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.
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.
Hello lovelies, hope you’re having a nice weekend! I was supposed to do this post last Saturday but I was very busy and forgot, so I’ll do it today instead. This time I’m doing one of my all-time favorite series, Outlander.
People like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves.
It is not in my nature to be interested in the living. But there are many things, I have found, that defy nature.
Hello dear readers and friends! It’s the last Saturday of the month, so it’s time for yet another fartsy attempt by yours truly! This time I’ll try to evoke one of my favorite fantasy novels ever – Susanna Clarke’s Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell.
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.
It’s the end of February, and so I’m posting another aesthetic I made for a book I love! You can see the last month’s mood board here, and you can find the rest of them by going through my home page > bookish > memes, or, through the Saturday Aesthetic tag below this post.
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.
It’s the last Saturday of January, and as usual, I did a mood board for a book I love. My last month’s aesthetic is here, and you can find the rest of them by going through my home page > bookish > memes, or, through the Saturday Aesthetic tag below this post.
What you can’t see is always scarier than what you can. Your eyes play tricks on you, filling in the shadows, making shapes.
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.