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“Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“I had the view of a castle of romance inhabited by a rosy spirit, such a place as would somehow, for diversion… — Henry James Copy Share Image
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“In the distance, steel-blue mountains loomed heavy on the horizon, their shoulders burdened with the same accursed snow the gods were currently… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“I imagined her poised, a humerus in one hand, a toothbrush in the other, as she gently brushed away the last remnants… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“It seemed for a moment as if something was there, loitering between the knurled and towering cherry trees, a flash of a… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“It was a fact that had become the focus of my entire life, a whisper in my heartbeat, a permanent, insidious presence… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“The pagan gods are not dead, but can return to topple science with superstition and modern man with bestial pleasures that pre-date… — Richard Luckhurst Copy Share Image
“When the moon was high over the moors, Rhineholt became a dark place with long, lonely corridors whose shadows gave breath to… — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
“he night beyond the window was still, mordant white snow, punctuated only by the eerie dark of the trees, gumshoeing their way… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“In Gothic fiction, characters must contend with the dead, with active hauntings or with hallucinations of hauntings, as well as whatever other… — Brenda Walker Copy Share Image
“The castle is situated at the terminus of a long and upward-winding mountain road. It presents a somewhat forbidding aspect to the… — Ray Russell Copy Share Image
“Death begins before birth. I have always found this an odd notion, but were it not for the death of certain cells… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“She stood in the snow, effervescent, all pale skin and blonde hair, clad in white and bathed in moonlight. She should have… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“The reflection was that of a putrefying corpse. By some trick of the light, her face seemed sallow and slipping, the patches… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
