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“He found the slot that people thought best suited him and he crammed himself into it. He grew up.”
― A Collapse of Horses
― A Collapse of Horses
“The world is a strange place, thought Haupt, alone in the dark, almost unbearably so. And yet, it is the only place I have. And I'm not even entirely sure I have it. ”
― Song for the Unraveling of the World: Stories
― Song for the Unraveling of the World: Stories
“The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it's when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it's when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It's when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there...”
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“Every time you think you have the world figured, trust me, that’s just when the world’s got you figured and is about to spring and break your back”
― A Collapse of Horses
― A Collapse of Horses
“Honey,” said a woman’s voice. “Honey, wake up.”
It was his mother’s voice. For a moment he thought he was back in his bed at home, asleep, and she was waking him up for school. That was how she always used to wake him up. A gentle touch at first and then gently shaking him awake. But why wasn’t she calling him by his name? And what was his name again?
“Honey,” she said again, more insistently, and he opened his eyes.
Only he was not at home. He was in the hospital room, and it was not his mother. It wasn’t even a woman. In fact, there was no one there at all.”
― A Collapse of Horses
It was his mother’s voice. For a moment he thought he was back in his bed at home, asleep, and she was waking him up for school. That was how she always used to wake him up. A gentle touch at first and then gently shaking him awake. But why wasn’t she calling him by his name? And what was his name again?
“Honey,” she said again, more insistently, and he opened his eyes.
Only he was not at home. He was in the hospital room, and it was not his mother. It wasn’t even a woman. In fact, there was no one there at all.”
― A Collapse of Horses
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