Anna

“It was an endless labyrinth of burning flesh, where we are propelled ever forward by the swelling of blisters; and where we gasp for air constantly, only to choke on toxic smoke.”
― Felix Blackwell, The Cold People: and Other Fairy Tales from Nowhere

“She was crawling around on the floor, laughing and smiling with her eyes rolled back in her head. She gurgled and hacked a clot of phlegm from her throat, then stuck her tongue out and flicked it around, mouthing words I couldn’t begin to understand. “Faye?” I called. “What the fuck are you doing?” She loosed a wet cough, then dashed out from the room and zig-zagged her way toward me. Her arms and legs flailed wildly in exaggerated lunges and her head rolled about like a bowl on a stick.”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues

“mortifying.”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues

“Terror is a curious thing. In short bursts it can give strength, speed, or heightened awareness. It can elicit a scream or stop a man dead in his tracks. But when applied over many hours, it can break down the mind and render the body catatonic. It weakens the spirit and puts every flaw on stark display, so as to salt the wounds it inflicts at its onset.”
― Felix Blackwell, The Cold People: and Other Fairy Tales from Nowhere