Welcome to the worst nightmare of all, reality!

There is no delight the equal of dread

Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass.

Mischief nodded. 'It's true,' he conceded. 'You're in the company of eight world-class thieves,' he said, not without a little touch of pride. 'Saints we are not.' But then,' said Deaux-Deaux, 'who is?' he thought on this. 'Besides saints.

I've always thought that sex and horror belonged together.

Of all the rash and midnight promises made in the name of love, none, Boone now knew, was more certain to be broken than "I'll never leave you.

Writing about the unholy is one way of writing about what is sacred.