Richard H. Fay > Quotes

“Now that it has come, our doom hasn’t arrived from outer space, but inner space. No death star pulsing gamma rays or behemoth killer asteroid spells our demise; the Earth itself will see to that. Something stirs within the heart of this abused sphere, making all man-made disasters look like child’s play. Gaea is finally having her revenge.”
― Richard H. Fay, Trio of Terror: Three Horror Stories

“A steel-grey sedan pulled up a disused track and parked beneath the grim walls of Glamtallon Castle. Alec MacCrimmon, unofficial county historian and caretaker of the timeworn tower, turned off the ignition but refused to leave the relative comfort of his car. With hands clasped so tight to the steering wheel that his knuckles turned white, he glanced up at the fortress and shivered. Even though bathed in the golden rays of the late afternoon sun, the lichen-festooned edifice exuded an algid chill. MacCrimmon never liked the look or feel of the place. He especially disliked being anywhere near it so close to sunset.”
― Richard H. Fay, Trio of Terror: Three Horror Stories

“I brought you here, my dear Gareth, because my new friends need to feed, and I dare not give them any more of my own blood.”
― Richard H. Fay, Trio of Terror: Three Horror Stories

“The wizard’s eyes were once more drawn to the bones of Babga’s previous victims. An idea born of dire necessity and the memory of forbidden melodies formed in his mind. As the terrible thought took shape, he began to sing the darkest song he ever sang.”
― Richard H. Fay, Four by Fay: Four Fantasy Stories by Richard H. Fay

“The lingering crowd dispersed. Father Ryan shook his head as he watched them go their separate ways. He never understood why sensible persons clung to silly fantasies. He muttered something about foolish rustics and then marched back to the vestry to get out of his uncomfortably warm robes and pour himself a pleasantly hot cup of tea.”
― Richard H. Fay, Four by Fay: Four Fantasy Stories by Richard H. Fay

“Time and space being relative,
One can always burn the former
To travel through the latter.
Fire up the plasma drive,
Pack your environment suit,
Tune in an ambient wave,
And go for a galactic joy ride!”
― Richard H. Fay, Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions: A Speculative Poetry Collection

“While Carius the Uncanny prowled lea and dale in search of monkshood and belladonna for use in various nefarious concoctions, he spied a site far more pleasing to his lecherous eyes than any blossom or berry. A young maid of exceptional beauty tended a small herd in high pasture. Surrounded by an aura of innocence and purity that drew men’s hearts like the mystical lodestone attracted iron filings, the lass knew little about the more dangerous nature of womanly allure. She blissfully sang the strains of an old folk tune about valiant heroes and true love as she went about her business, at first unaware that she had caught the attention of the region’s most notorious practitioner of the dark arts.”
― Richard H. Fay, Four by Fay: Four Fantasy Stories by Richard H. Fay

“Drink deeply, my hapless mortal,
Of our heady, corrupting brew.
Feast upon fine foods and sweet treats
That turn to mere dust in your mouth
And mark you as ours forever.
Feel life’s warmth leave your soulless shell
Once that racing heart beats its last.
Lose the grace of mortality;
Become trapped for eternity.”
― Richard H. Fay, Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions: A Speculative Poetry Collection

“With hoarse cries of “Rape! Murder! Sacrilege!” Father Ifan raised the hue-and-cry in the village of Glannonford. “Derog and his band of miscreants have violated and killed the miller’s daughter and desecrated the high altar!”
― Richard H. Fay, Four by Fay: Four Fantasy Stories by Richard H. Fay

“Decades of debauchery
Erode both body and soul
‘Til mortal becomes mere shade
Devoid of substance and light.
The living are like strangers
As the dead draw all too near.”
― Richard H. Fay, Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions: A Speculative Poetry Collection