You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean. You will.
Rick YanceyBut monsters, I now know, come in all shapes and sizes, and only their appetite for human flesh defines them.
Rick YanceyA man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.
Rick Yancey