Viki

“With a wave of this body’s hand all the braziers are snuffed out in this Inverted Theater. The movement is sudden, as is the disappearance of the light, the darkness you are submerged in so complete you can feel it as a presence that surrounds you, blocking sight of even your own hand. It is not so much an absence as it is an overwhelming smog. You can feel it in your chest. The tightness of your breath. The darkness is closing in on you.

Such was the quality of night in the Old Country, or what they then knew as the true dark, which, when the sun fell from its daily perch, was total and unyielding.

What else could they have hoped for, with no moon in the sky?”
― Simon Jimenez, The Spear Cuts Through Water

“The library was blessedly empty, probably due in part to the cold. Mist rolled down from Argant’s green hills and hung about Caer-Isel like a horde of ghosts. The university’s bell tower wore its fog as if it were a widow’s mourning veil.”
― Ava Reid, A Study in Drowning

“Don't let this silence become a habit.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“I'd lived enough years now to know that there were some ghosts that haunted you forever.”
― Adrienne Young, Spells for Forgetting