Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you havenโt been hunting things on the dark side of the world. Itโs a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. Itโs road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke.
Lilith SaintcrowSometimes, as much as writing saves oneโs own life, you cannot imagine how it will save anotherโs. This is another reason why it is important to do the work, over and over again. It is food, the kind a soul needs.
Lilith SaintcrowI pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.
Lilith SaintcrowI don't even have moderately big breasticles. They just look like - well, nevermind what they look like. At least they stay strapped down when I worm into a sports bra.
Lilith SaintcrowI thought I'd pay you a visit, my dear. Since you're so interesting." My mouth shifted into high gear, leaving my brain behind. "You know, you're the second guy in a few days to call me that. You should be more creative.
Lilith Saintcrow