Diem

“You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean.

You will.”
― Rick Yancey, The Isle of Blood

“The monstrumologist closed his eyes. "You should not have come, Will Henry."
And I answered, "You should not have left me, Dr. Warthrop.”
― Rick Yancey, The Isle of Blood

“What is it? I remembered thinking in panic. What is it? Why did I want to follow this man? What was it about the monstrumologist that consumed me? What demon of the pit chewed and gnawed upon my soul like Judas’ in the innermost circle of hell? What did it look like? What was its face? If I could name the nameless thing, if I could put a face upon the faceless thing, perhaps I could free myself from its ravenous embrace.”
― Rick Yancey, The Isle of Blood

“Let us go then, you and I, like Alice down the rabbit hole, to a time when there still were dark places in the world, and there were men who dared to delve into them.
An old man, I am a boy again.
And dead, the monstrumologist lives.”
― Rick Yancey, The Curse of the Wendigo