Ari Ryder
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“Today I’m a “sociopath”, A.K.A. feeling very antisocial and ignorant of human emotion. Code for: I’m writing… leave me alone”
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“People shouldn’t be afraid of monsters. They’re predictable, and always follow their instincts. It’s men we should fear because they are so easily swayed by evil, and they follow no pattern. The best of men could suddenly snap and be the enemy. It’s for this reason that the greatest evil in my stories is never the scariest or most detestable of creatures; it’s the hearts of men and the terrible struggle to remain good in an evil world.”
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“Casper watched in horror as the beast pounced on the man, biting and ripping him in half with its strong jaws and clawed hands. The miller’s heart pounded in his chest, eyes transfixed in shock. The beast gave a high-pitched shriek. Casper crouched instinctively, hiding among the stinging brush but not touching it—he wouldn’t make that mistake again.
The beast sniffed the gory mess spread across the desert floor but didn’t eat it. Instead it huffed and melted into the sand. Casper stared at what used to be a fellow Waylander, now a bloody pile of meat on the desert floor. The buzzards descended quickly on the feast. Casper’s heart hammered, and his mind raced. To die in the Netherworld was to be lost forever. That poor man had just been erased from existence eternally.”
― Netherworld
The beast sniffed the gory mess spread across the desert floor but didn’t eat it. Instead it huffed and melted into the sand. Casper stared at what used to be a fellow Waylander, now a bloody pile of meat on the desert floor. The buzzards descended quickly on the feast. Casper’s heart hammered, and his mind raced. To die in the Netherworld was to be lost forever. That poor man had just been erased from existence eternally.”
― Netherworld
“People shouldn’t be afraid of monsters. They’re predictable, and always follow their instincts. It’s men we should fear because they are so easily swayed by evil, and they follow no pattern. The best of men could suddenly snap and be the enemy. It’s for this reason that the greatest evil in my stories is never the scariest or most detestable of creatures; it’s the hearts of men and the terrible struggle to remain good in an evil world.”
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“Today I’m a “sociopath”, A.K.A. feeling very antisocial and ignorant of human emotion. Code for: I’m writing… leave me alone”
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“Train was the absolute best was to travel, of that Beatrice Adams had a high opinion.”
― Murder at the Harvey House
― Murder at the Harvey House
“Suddenly hands were around her throat, and Beatrice couldn't breathe. She bucked and kicked, clawing desperately at the meathooks around her fragile neck, but they didn't budge. Spots formed in front of her eyes, and Beatrice had a terrible thought: if she died, who would solve her murder?”
― Murder at the Harvey House
― Murder at the Harvey House
“The phone rang. Eleanore held her breath.
"Winslow Police Department," a young male voice answered.
"Hello! I'd like to report a murder!”
― Murder at the Harvey House
"Winslow Police Department," a young male voice answered.
"Hello! I'd like to report a murder!”
― Murder at the Harvey House