“Her voice, once his solace, was now a guttural symphony of madness.”
Source: Cradle of Hunger
“Her voice, once his solace, was now a guttural symphony of madness.”
“The banquet was not for the living. It was laid out for the dark.”
“I feed on fear. A certain biochemical reaction happens when a predator becomes prey.”
“The house did not shelter. It devoured.”
“On the wrong side of the mirror, you are never alone—only trapped with everything you’ve denied.”
“You’ll wake with a mouthful of cobweb and thread. Your voice now a puppet he dangles from bed.”