Alix

“Death stalked toward us on padded feet.
       And it was not alone.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“But all the magic I have known
I've had to make myself.”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

“Middling monsters died at the point of pitchforks, burned with torches, or at the butt of silver-capped canes wielded by angry, geriatric Poles. Middling people were dime-a-dozen, emptied souls, shorn sheeple, human husks. A good monster didn’t worry about what it was doing; it just did it. A true predator didn’t worry about guilt, or being popular, or anything. It just cruised along, living for the kill, surviving. A good person, well, she’d put a bullet in her head or weigh her feet down and throw herself into the Chicago River, holding her breath until she went to the sludgy, filthy bottom, and had to open wide and breathe water until she died.”
― D. T. Neal, Saamaanthaa

“This was the magic of feasting & fucking, of savoring the blood of a kill & calling the Pack to dine.”
― Chloe Neill, Wild Things