“We’ve got to call 911,” she said. “Are you sure that’s such a good idea?” he asked. “Our friends are dead. There’s probably drugs all over the place. You look like an alien, and we’re from out of town. Plus… — Robert Dunbar Copy Share Image
“Every hunchback has his gypsy, each phantom his diva, and flames of passion consume witches and martyrs alike. For any lonely monster, tradition demands… — Robert Dunbar Copy Share Image
“What’s the one thing so terrible that you’ve never told anyone? The one thing no one could ever forgive?” She stares hard into him.… — Robert Dunbar Copy Share Image
“Even for an inbred clan deep in the swamp, she thought they might well be considered a peculiar bunch, but then the family always… — Robert Dunbar Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t all that into guys anyhow, she kept telling herself. It’s just there were so goddamn many of them.” — Robert Dunbar Copy Share Image
“We’ve got to call 911,” she said. “Are you sure that’s such a good idea?” he asked. “Our friends are dead. There’s probably drugs… — Robert Dunbar Copy Share Image
“…a bar he sometimes sneaked into called The Slab. (They served bloody marys and zombies – stiff drinks they called them – and the… — Robert Dunbar Copy Share Image
“The only thing worse than living inside an alligator had to be living inside a decrepit one.” — Robert Dunbar Copy Share Image
“Quiet is really just a lot of small noises that most people don’t notice.” — Robert Dunbar Copy Share Image
