“Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another. We erect edifices in our minds about the flimsy framework of word and deed, mere totems of the true person, who, like the gods to whom the temples were built, remains hidden. We understand our own construct; we know our own theory; we love our own fabrication. Still . . . does the artifice of our affection make our love any less real?”
Quote by Rick Yancey
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The Monstrumologist: The Terror Beneath
In this thrilling narrative, the protagonist embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the truth behind a series of mysterious creatures, while navigating the complexities of a world where the line between human and monster blurs. more
