Megan Hex

“I thought we were gonna get eaten by brain goblins or something,” said Simon. “What’re brain goblins?” “No idea. That’s just what I thought when I saw the eyes. ‘Oh, shit, it’s brain goblins.’ ”
― T. Kingfisher, The Hollow Places

“The telephone, though a remarkable device, is not designed for real communication, for the heavy lifting of personal interaction. For the big stuff, you have to be in the same physical space. Questions are asked and answered on a chemical level: Our species lived and loved and dealt with each other for millions of years before we developed language. It’s still only ever background music.”
― Michael Marshall Smith, The Intruders

“We put our feet on the hard ground, take in the night air and look around as if this whole place has sprung up for us and us alone. Not just the house, but the ancient trees, the watching insects, the stars and even the moon. But they have all lived without us for lifetimes that make our own look like the blink of the eye. The house, with its strict walls and severe lines, is shamefully out of place, something modern dropped down somewhere as soft as feathers, as twisty and spreading as willow roots. How do the trees and the insects and the stars and the moon like it, I wonder? How do they like to have to share their secret lives with us now?”
― Hester Fox, The Witch of Willow Hall: A Chilling Gothic Mystery of Haunted Houses and Ancient Magic

“A bunch of links were to spiritual warfare, which Uncle Earl had told me about once, where people think they’re off fighting demons. I suppose that’s one way to make church more interesting, but it all sounded like Jesus LARP to me. (I told Uncle Earl that, which forced me to explain LARPing. If you’ve never tried to describe hitting other people dressed as orcs with foam weapons, particularly to an elderly relative, you haven’t really lived.)”
― T. Kingfisher, The Hollow Places