“Another cloud bank drew across the moon. In the darkness, she ate. She ate as the ravenous hunger spurred her on. She stripped flesh from bone and savoured the metallic warmth of blood on her tongue. She kept eating and ripping and chewing. Soon she would be full. Soon. Almost.” DarknessHorrorEatingMonster Book:The Curse of Balar Source: The Curse of Balar
“Strange how his entire life could fit on a table, for he was that most despicable of creatures, a serial novelist. A battlefield of failures in the form of crumpled paper littered the ground around the chair. He stared at them forlornly. It was not that they were empty, just that they were full of poison. Ink in the shape of ghosts and curses. Beauty corrupted by darkness.” WritingDarknessHorrorWriter S Block Book:The Curse of Balar Source: The Curse of Balar