Horror Book Quotes

“The difficulty with Poe is not figuring out which of his stories rise to the level required of this collection, but rather which of his stories to exclude from it.”
― Andrew Barger, The Best Horror Short Stories 1800-1849: A Classic Horror Anthology

“The mind of the demented was a dangerous place to play and the psychologist never wanted to stay too long for fear of not finding her way back.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“The mind of the demented was a dangerous place to place to play and the psychologist never wanted to stay too long for fear of not finding her way back.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“The 14-year-old could see her standing by the table she used as a stand, an old armchair propped up on it, and the face of concentration on his mother as she tucked her hair behind the ear that was now a part of this island, out there tonight, feeding the ants and other carnivorous creepy-crawlies. Little by little, they were all becoming part of the island, they were the flies and Crab was the spider, chomp, chomp!”
― Jonathan Dunne, Hotel Miramar: An Old Castle Novel

“What it is to be in constant dread of some unknown danger which may come at any time and in any form.”
― Bram Stoker, The Jewel of Seven Stars

“They are done with now. Whatever comes - life or death - there will be no purpose in their using now.”
― Bram Stoker, The Jewel of Seven Stars

“My darlin’ and I, made blackberry pie. My, oh my, that blackberry pie…”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“My darlin’ and I made blackberry pie. My, oh my, that blackberry pie…”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“The avenging spirit inside her was pulling her strings now, tearing her between this dark possession and a darker obsession.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“Afraid to go outside but more afraid of what might come inside, the Armstrongs stayed holed up in room 1401, skipping a buffet breakfast of salted frog’s legs and yellow-belly salamanders.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Hotel Miramar: An Old Castle Novel

“But evil hides amongst us.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Hotel Miramar: An Old Castle Novel

“Tentatively, Peter Armstrong levered his fingers into the groove in the section of floorboards that had been fashioned into the secret door and lifted. He shone his flashlight down into the opening to see the ghoulish girls living in the floor, staring up at him. That mental snapshot would stay with the boy indefinitely. It was the strangest of strange notions, but the girls’ malformations and deformities had turned them into twin phantoms of nightmare”
― Jonathan Dunne, Hotel Miramar: An Old Castle Novel

“Crutch’s head weaved as he drunkenly stumbled through his labyrinth of memories, many he preferred to keep towards the middle of the maze where they couldn’t escape, and he couldn’t find them.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Hotel Miramar: An Old Castle Novel

“As the boatman slowly got to his feet, Peter found himself thinking about a dream he had where the grand-but-burning Hotel Miramar slid down the hillside and slipped into the Atlantic to a million singeing snake hisses and a last dying puff of white smoke.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Hotel Miramar: An Old Castle Novel

“Every pretty thing has a reason to exist. It was what he always said. The words that summed up all the peculiarities of his very peculiar life. He never dwelled on what it meant. That was the uglier side. And he never liked to dwell on that at all.”
― Christopher Stanfield, Bitter Seeds

“What's a girl to do when all she can think about is death? It was never an easy question to answer. Not as easy as I would have liked.”
― Christopher Stanfield, Bitter Seeds

“Be calm. Be clear. Your violence waits upon a whim.”
― Christopher Stanfield, Bitter Seeds

“As I fall into an uneasy slumber, I dream of dark shadows coming through glowing doorways.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Drive: An Old Castle Novel

“,Further, two steps forward, and all the chaos of the world above fell away, the smell of wet dirt and rat droppings rising to invade my nostrils. The familiar feeling froze me in fear. Immediately, alarm bells were ringing in my head. My hands trembled. I scanned every shadow for something I could not name but which crept out of view like an ambush. Macnaghten absently kicked a rock, and the tinkle as it skimmed the ground gave me cause to jump; I turned to face the sound, and something crunched underfoot - a lump of something dry and brittle, like petrified wood - reduced to dust. At that, the lantern tilted slightly, dangling, wavering ethereally in our direction. IT WAS AWARE OF US NOW. ~ Chief Inspector Frederick Abberline, The Ripper Lives: Into the Black (4/10)”
― Kevin Morris, The Ripper Lives: Jack the Ripper Series I - Into the Black

“Further, two steps forward, and all the chaos of the world above fell away, the smell of wet dirt and rat droppings rising to invade my nostrils. The familiar feeling froze me in fear. Immediately, alarm bells were ringing in my head. My hands trembled. I scanned every shadow for something I could not name but which crept out of view like an ambush. Macnaghten absently kicked a rock, and the tinkle as it skimmed the ground gave me cause to jump; I turned to face the sound, and something crunched underfoot - a lump of something dry and brittle, like petrified wood - reduced to dust. At that, the lantern tilted slightly, dangling, wavering ethereally in our direction. IT WAS AWARE OF US NOW. ~ Chief Inspector Frederick Abberline, The Ripper Lives, Into the Black (4/10)”
― Kevin Morris, The Ripper Lives: Jack the Ripper Series I - Into the Black

“The hall echoed with the grotesque sound of wet flesh being pulverized. Warm liquid splashed my hands and head; the scent of urine made my stomach churn. The sound of sharp crunching was interspersed with slurred cries. Snot-filled wails and the obscene begging for mercy peaked, leaving a bone-chilling silence.”
― AW Rene

“A raised gun makes people run.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Fireman

“Ooh," Newton gagged. "*Bitter*. It's not almondy!" He dropkicked the book. It sailed across the marsh, pages fluttering like the wings of a crippled bird. "It's not *almondy at all!”
― Nick Cutter, The Troop

“Children seemed smaller when they were dead.”
― Joey Comeau, The Summer Is Ended and We Are Not Yet Saved

“A pall of hopelessness fell over them. The universe aligned against them. Why? It struck Max that the universe ought to find better targets. Had to be plenty of psychopaths and deadbeats out there, right? Why pick on a couple of kids? The universe could be a stone-cold asshole sometimes.”
― Nick Cutter, The Troop

“All of the sudden, I heard a high-pitched whining noise, confused as to why the tea kettle would be whistling now. Her steps staggered to a halt, her face painted with pain. Shock and awe followed next, and then anger. The noise stopped, and I reached for my throat, which suddenly began burning. I gasped for air, realization creeping in that I was the source of the sound, and tried to run away.”
― Kayleigh Marie, Nightmares: ...And the Things They Are Made Of

“Just because he wasn’t here didn’t mean he wasn’t here. Jake Devereaux was in the house and all Pete had to do was channel him in through the right frequency.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Dead Air: The Dead Series: Vol 2

“Fate had intervened and nobody fucks around with fate.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Dead Air: The Dead Series: Vol 2

“Skulls Collector
A Horror Audiobook Experience by Sami Abouzid

In a small American town in the 1960s, beneath the surface of polished school dances and quiet streets, a darkness brews in the mind of one boy — Steve Blade. Bullied, neglected, and misunderstood, Steve appears as just another troubled teen. But as the years pass, something inside him begins to fracture. Rejected by love and abandoned by hope, his soul starts slipping into the shadows.

What begins as a broken heart soon transforms into something far more chilling — a cold, calculated descent into serial madness. One by one, young couples across the town vanish, leaving behind no trace… except silence. And fear.

Steve Blade lives a double life — celebrated as a rising star in journalism, while secretly documenting his crimes in handwritten diaries, collecting tokens from each victim. These secrets are sealed in a metal time capsule, buried with honor and praised by a city that never saw the truth.

A hundred years later, in 2068, the capsule is opened.

The world is not ready for what it finds.

Skulls Collector is not just a story — it’s a psychological descent, a tale of hidden evil, and a haunting echo of how monsters can live in plain sight. Narrated with chilling precision, this audiobook takes you deep into the mind of Steve Blade… and into the darkness we all pretend isn’t there.”
― Sami abouzid

“Gary Gillespie had seen too much in life to believe in life after death.”
― Jonathan Dunne, The Reek: An Old Castle Novel