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“O lócus que tradicionalmente habita o vampiro, essencialmente noturno, também perpassa o desconhecido: não tememos a escuridão apenas devido à falta de estímulos visuais que nos priva da percepção de possíveis ameaças, mas também porque ela dá vida e amplifica nossos próprios medos, concretizando no invisível aquilo que nos perturba no íntimo. Assim, se a noite é esse “espaço-tempo em que o terror se sente à vontade”, os terrores que nas sombras me alucinam poderão ser vastamente distintos dos teus, mesmo que juntos a desbravemos.”

“The rhythmic whooshing of the waves fizzled away, and all he could hear were the seagulls and their incessant Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha mocking laughter. Dan's feathered friends stared down at him with their condemning eyes from their clifftop reverie. Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha the gulls squawked wicked mirth at him, the hapless jester, while the seabirds screamed and pointed their wings at him from their lofty galleries.”

“Mike Devine loomed up again, trying not to lose sight of that hole in the trembling light. He wasn’t sure if it was the matrix of luminescence and shadow, but the gravedigger was almost certain the black mass of mould — the scab — pulsed ever so slightly, like a dying pockmarked blackened heart.”

“There was a subtle shift in the mood in the room. Not exactly hostile, Tempy felt, more of one of accusation. It was impolite in this company to demonstrate how much the world had moved on since one had died. It was said that Hell was seeing the world pass before you while you could do nothing about it. Not only had she reminded George of his passing, and his inability to become integrated into polite society due to the language barrier, but also that he had lived a sad life.”

“Yet, for a while, I saw—but with how terrible an exaggeration! I saw the lips of the black-robed judges. They appeared to me white—whiter than the sheet upon which I trace these words—and thin even to grotesqueness; thin with the intensity of their expression of firmness—of immoveable resolution—of stern contempt of human torture. I saw that the decrees of what to me was Fate were still issuing from those lips. I saw them writhe with a deadly locution. I saw them fashion the syllables of my name; and I shuddered because no sound succeeded.”

“Well, she was strangled to death. That much is obvious. But not by the stockings so lovingly tied around her throat, but by hand. She had bruising from hands there before death. They made it personal. After death, they tied the stockings there. Not sure why, but that's where the evidence seems to lead. Probably just some sick way to get their kicks, honestly. - David”