Jerrett Richards

“He’d also arrived at the conclusion that if we vividly remembered the misery of every cold, cut and bruise, in anticipation of the next illness or misfortune, we would all go mad. The ability to forget was a kind of advance braking system of the mind. The effectiveness of his own mental ABS surprised him. So, did the insane have perfect recall? Did they possess the ability to imagine the consequences of existence, and the full horror of those consequences?”
― Adam Nevill, Hasty for the Dark: Selected Horrors

“We drive because we forget, he decided. We forget pain, we forget fear, we forget the hot-cold paralysis of near misses, we forget consequences. We forget our vulnerability: the very fragility of our bodies. We forget about our wobbling heads packed with brain matter, mounted on a thin spinal column – the weakest link in the entire animal kingdom. And we forget how we are dependent upon those minuscule threads of nerve tissue that, once severed, remove all sensation from the legs, and introduce the wheezing apparatus that will stand sentinel at our white-sheeted beds.”
― Adam Nevill, Hasty for the Dark: Selected Horrors

“Frustration was incendiary. It had the potential to ignite the black lump of my despair, a slow-burning and inexhaustible fuel. Boredom fanned the embers red. Futility was the by-product of my smouldering; the cinders and ash that my hopes and purpose had been reduced to. My efforts and thoughts were the smokeless exhaust from a life wasted and rendered meaningless.”
― Adam Nevill, Hasty for the Dark: Selected Horrors

“As she draws level the flickering light strikes her. But under closer scrutiny she is not the young firefox that I presumed she was. With that posture, that chin held so high, those cold beautiful eyes, that tight tapering skirt and those feet mounted on pedestals with heels like blades, how could I have been so wrong? Her hair is not blonde, but white. The dead white of the pantomime wig. That haughty catwalk face is actually more like a skull too, with aged parchment stretched across it; a dry surface freshly painted with a palette more suited to the circus clown than the city girl.”
― Adam Nevill, Hasty for the Dark: Selected Horrors