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Ashley Lister
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“It was midnight and, framed by the cemetery gates, the figure stood tall and sinister. He was silhouetted by the weak light from a gibbous moon that made his muscular build and towering height seem much, much more than imposing. In one hand he held a heavy canvas sports bag. The other clutched a shovel that rested casually over one broad shoulder. If an errant driver or a late-night dog walker had glimpsed him, they would have thought he looked like a man with a strong sense of purpose.
But the roads were as silent as a held breath.”
― Blackstone Towers
But the roads were as silent as a held breath.”
― Blackstone Towers
“Jim studied her without saying a word. He had a friend who said that arguing with conspiracy theorists was like playing chess with a pigeon, in that it knocks the pieces over, shits all over the board, and still struts around as though it was victorious. He groaned at the idea of his career going down the pan because of a conspiracy theory.
— The Smoking Gunners, short story”
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— The Smoking Gunners, short story”
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“The thing that few people appreciated about Ed Gein was his skill as a seamstress.”
― Conversations with Dead Serial Killers
― Conversations with Dead Serial Killers
“Someone get the next round,” Tony decided. “And I’ll tell you a story.” He raised a warning finger as Geoff disappeared in the direction of the bar. Glancing purposefully at Heather, he said, “But I won’t tell you about a time I nearly died. I’ll tell you about a time when I thought I was going to die…”
― Raven and Skull
― Raven and Skull
“What sort of danger is facing Ellie Green?” Crystal asked the board.
The planchette began to move again. Slowly this time, tracing the letters determinedly, it spelled another single word: MURDER.”
― Fearless
The planchette began to move again. Slowly this time, tracing the letters determinedly, it spelled another single word: MURDER.”
― Fearless
“It was midnight and, framed by the cemetery gates, the figure stood tall and sinister. He was silhouetted by the weak light from a gibbous moon that made his muscular build and towering height seem much, much more than imposing. In one hand he held a heavy canvas sports bag. The other clutched a shovel that rested casually over one broad shoulder. If an errant driver or a late-night dog walker had glimpsed him, they would have thought he looked like a man with a strong sense of purpose.
But the roads were as silent as a held breath.”
― Blackstone Towers
But the roads were as silent as a held breath.”
― Blackstone Towers
