“He imagined the world without men. Cities would be reclaimed by nature and overgrown until, hundreds of years hence, they would look much like the mysterious ruins sticking out of the jungles of Asia and South America. Ruins, relics, no… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“the fog was fog and yet was not fog. it was liquid and solid, then gas, then a roiling putrescence expanding like a balloon… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“What it wanted were minds to fill with gnawing pestilence and souls it could eat raw and squirming.” — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“I am your soul and I am beautiful, I am a lover’s sonnet and silver rain, now destroy me…if you love me, destroy me.” — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“better pull it together here. I can’t let these boys see that I’m scared shitless. But I am. I really am and I honestly… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“She could never understand how it was to be carved from death right from the start or how it felt to know the shadows… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“Though he could not honestly believe in some invisible, mythical god, he could understand religion now. He could understand that it was a security… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“All he had to do was think of Linda at home, eight months into it, knowing that he was going to be a father… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“He imagined the world without men. Cities would be reclaimed by nature and overgrown until, hundreds of years hence, they would look much like… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
