Goatllama

“One night when we were in a graveyard recently an old watchdog came by... and we talked for a time.
"Hi. I'm a watchdog."
"Me, too."
"I've been watching you."
"And I've been watching you."
"Why is your person digging a hole?"
"There are some things down there that he needs."
"Oh. I don't think he's supposed to be doing that."
"May I see your teeth?"
"Yes. Here. May I see yours?"
"Of course."
"Perhaps it's all right. Do you think you might leave a large bone somewhere nearby?"
"I believe that could be arranged."
"Are you the ones that were by here last month?"
"No, that was the competition. We were shopping elsewhere."
"They didn't have a watchdog."
"Bad planning. What did you do?"
"Barked a lot. They got nervous and left."
"Good. Then we're still probably ahead.”
― Roger Zelazny, A Night in the Lonesome October

“Fantasy existed before [literary fiction], and if you deny those roots, you’re pruning yourself so closely that you can’t help but wither and die.”
― Patrick Rothfuss

“It walks in the desert and dreams of a lake of blood.”
― Gene Wolfe, The Wizard

“Her eyes opened and then rolled into the back of her head, showing off those horrible bright whites with their convoluted red maps. She laughed, groaned, and said in [a] small, tight whisper, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...[I can still hear them]”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts