Stacy

“Then again, maybe you couldn't have killed me," he said, crawling out of the stairway. He moved very slowly, like a lizard who had gotten too cold.

I heard a whimper from behind one of the closed doors next to the bathroom, and sympathized. I wanted to whimper, too.

"I'm not hunting you," I told him firmly, though I stepped backward until I stood in a circle of light at the end of the hallway.

He stopped halfway out of the stairway, his eyes were filmed over like a dead man's.

"Good," he said. "If you kill Andre, I won't tell-and no one will ask."

And he was gone, withdrawing from the hallway and down the stairs so fast that I barely caught the motion, though I was staring right at him.

I walked out of his home because if I'd moved any faster, I'd have run screaming.”
― Patricia Briggs, Blood Bound

“So I can curse my pain all I want. I can try to leave it at the door.
But maybe I should say grace, gnaw on its bones and thank it for nourishment instead.
Maybe for now it's what's keeping me alive. And for now, I can accept living out of spite.”
― Little Bear the Bearded Lady

“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
― Stephen King

“Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft