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”the killing is blissful. the eating is glory. i could lose myself in the ecstasy of bloodlust so easily”

”here’s the reality: when you are joined with someone for over a decade of life, and when that decade has been a good decade—a litany of loving moments, shared compassion and consistent, unflagging support—you build a level of trust, a balustrade of understanding, of love. of forgiveness”

”there are no discovered treasure for those who do not seek them out”

“so coffee, then shit, then… what? then you go write that book, you filthy cunt. or i’ll cut out your heart”

”beneath the celestial glare of the full, fat moon, and with soft snow whirling dreamlike before her eyes, beth swung the axe one last time”

”as jack’s chest split open, revealing the grinning face of maggie wall, beth scrambled from the bathroom, feet skidding in the blood. from behind the closed door, she heard maggie hiss, ‘where’s…my…baby?’

“as maggie faded, she heard something over the sounds of torn flesh and cracked bones. she thought it was a baby crying. she smiled. ‘a curse,’ she whispered, and then maggie wall was no more”

”her beauty was just as radiant in death as it was in life”

right after he just stabbed her with a dagger and made her bleed to death 🗡️

”it was time to face the shadow with the jagged teeth and hungry smile, time to look himself in the eyes and face the demon he was and the killer he’d always be”

“he knew, firsthand, that the devil was real; he’d seen it with his own two eyes. but he’d never seen god. he’d never felt god. he’d never been helped by god. for all he knew, wickedness was strong enough to exist in a world without good”

”well, listen up, stud
your life has been wasted
till you’ve got down on your knees and tasted
a red headed woman”

“come and be worshiped, come and be caressed, my dark vanessa, crimson-barred, my blest
my admirable butterfly!”

“out of the ash
i rise with my red hair
and i eat men like air”

“the cells of our bodies hold memory and until they have decayed, the spirit lingers. death is not enough. it is not complete like we are led to believe. there are fragments of people scattered all over the place. why do you think ghosts are seen in graveyards and cemeteries or the sites of bloody battles?”

“her little girl did not play with dollies like normal little girls; her little girl cut up dead animals and collected their parts to display as trophies!”