“Time snapped and Hagerty found himself speeding toward the woman in the straitjacket. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled her off the corpse and held her at arm's length. He caught a glimpse of Kalish's face and the shredded… — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
“Things had gone badly at Hell House, although not quite as horribly as the '31 investigation. At least this time there were survivors, if you wanted to call being reduced to catatonia and raving lunacy 'surviving'.” — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
My after forty face felt far more comfortable than anything I lived with previously. Self-confidence was a powerful beauty-potion; I looked better because I… — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
“I said I don’t want it in the house, is that clear?’ She turned and left. Discussion closed. I knew better than to argue.… — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
“But I can tell you the reason for me being so youthful-looking for a man a century and a half old. I’m not exactly… — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
“... you cannot shake hands with the Devil and not get sulphur on your sleeve.” — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
“Moon. Big white moon. White as milk moon. You’re all I can see from my window, here in the dark. Your light falls silver… — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
“She knew that the only love her demon was capable of was self-destructive, cruel, vampiric, parasitic, and all the other words her best friends… — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
“The orderly is nearing the end of his rounds. I can hear his footsteps echoing in the hall and his ragged breathing. He’s a… — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
“That’s when his job got tough. Since that night, his shift had yet to go by without one of the inmates waking up with… — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
“Time snapped and Hagerty found himself speeding toward the woman in the straitjacket. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled her off the corpse… — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
“How pathetic. Minor-league monsters strutting and performing in their private Grand Guignols. How fucking lame. You want fear? You want terror? You want to… — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
“Things had gone badly at Hell House, although not quite as horribly as the '31 investigation. At least this time there were survivors, if… — Nancy A. Collins Copy Share Image
