Ash Ericmore > Quotes

“The thoughts of the drug induced baby rape slipping from her mind.”
― Ash Ericmore, Hodder House

“He looked down to his cock. It looked like a hot dog, drenched in hot sauce. Felt like it too. Emma laughed. She touched it to her lips.”
― Ash Ericmore, Flesh and Pleasure: Extreme Horror

“I’ve never felt that way before or since. I was embarrassed. Mortified. Numb from the shock. And after they left me there, I sat in amidst the boxes and few pieces of furniture.”
― Ash Ericmore, Mine Own Instrument

“Rich people,” he muttered to himself. “When will I learn?” He turned back to Dagmar. “What exactly are you doing?” he asked. Dagmar was standing, facing into the room. His eyes darting from side to side. He was checking out the symbols making sure they were right. Making sure that everything was in its place. “Only a god can ensure the immortality of the Dagmar family. And our families longevity ensures that of those who follow.” He gestured over the four rich folk watching like he was some shit Vegas magician. Sigh. “You’re immortal, and you use your unending power to run a chain of pubs on the south coast? Huh.”
― Ash Ericmore, Sloppy Seconds

“He noticed his cock was hard again. Awesome job. Why was he congratulating himself? Who cared?”
― Ash Ericmore, Sick F*ck

“He’d chipped several of his teeth on the cheap ball gag. Could feel them. Cutting into his tongue. The inside of his mouth.”
― Ash Ericmore, Flesh and Pleasure: Extreme Horror

“Amelia looked at Five. She felt a little sorry for the woman, really. First she was pulled by a vampire, God only knows when and how. Then she becomes an unwilling sex slave to her, and—although she hadn’t thought to check her neck before they were in the car—snack stop. Now she’s going to have to fuck an immortal ghoul, who having had her eyes opened wasn’t the nicest bloke in the world, and then get eaten by him. And probably her. Pretty much sucked to be Five.”
― Ash Ericmore, The Extreme Horror Library: An Omnibus of Extreme Horror Novellas

“He was glad she was already dead, because she seemed nice, and he was making all sorts of mess in there, rearranging the furniture, as it were.”
― Ash Ericmore, Sick F*ck

“Then Joe’s head dropped from atop the wardrobe as it shuddered, bouncing from Alex’s shoulder, and instinctively he caught it. Joe stared at him with that weird look on his face, as Alex’s eyes drifted from the decapitated head to the thug, who by this time was coming at him. Alex held the head by the hair and swung it. Thought it was a good idea. Maybe not so much. It was like holding a water balloon with a hole in it. Blood sprayed around the room, the head getting lighter by the millisecond. It bounced off the cunt like Alex had waved a polystyrene head at him. A wig holder. That sort of thing. But it distracted him. He looked surprised. So Alex thrust the head in his hands, and he too instinctively grabbed it.”
― Ash Ericmore, Born on Third

“He said that he wanted her brought in, or failing that, do what you have to. Alex liked to be able to do what he had to. So much so, that he usually found a reason to.”
― Ash Ericmore, Sloppy Seconds