“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 all over the place. You look like an alien, and we’re from out of town. Plus what are we going to report exactly? Think about it. We both know what we saw.” “It was a roach,… — Robert Dunbar Copy Share
“…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
