Edgar Cantero

“A.: Whatever; you must know how it works. An artifact containing... raw feelings, unprocessed sights and sounds and pains that the brain…

— Edgar Cantero

“You're reversing causality. Dreams don't trigger events-events trigger dreams; our experiences feed our minds.”

— Edgar Cantero

“She turned to Nate, who had just stepped in, and threw the Necronomicon at him.”

— Edgar Cantero

“And the sad truth is, I want to be all those people. I’d sooner die forked a thousand times in that house…

— Edgar Cantero

“The night was cold but gentle like an X-rated metaphor.”

— Edgar Cantero

“Those who believe in the soul fear theirs might burn in hell. Those who believe in ghosts fear they will be haunted.…

— Edgar Cantero

“All those pathetic lonely people fooling one another into their clumsy games of afterlife and cosmic relevance just to avoid noticing the…

— Edgar Cantero

“Nate! One stomp he lives, two stomps he dies!" KERRI: Pete, speak! Say something! Peter, with all of his strength channeled to…

— Edgar Cantero

“But I can’t believe. The older I get, the more solid the wall becomes, like everything that was to be explored has…

— Edgar Cantero

“ "What?" The italics just flew out past the alcohol's guard.”

— Edgar Cantero

“like time is running faster than me, and I have to catch up.”

— Edgar Cantero

“I saw the whole thing! A dog and a penguin helped him escape!”

— Edgar Cantero

“Flying monkeys exist in literature, Nate,” Kerri said. “Horror writers who get laid exist in literature.”

— Edgar Cantero

“The straw that breaks the camel's back always looks light enough, until it lands.”

— Edgar Cantero

“Tim curled up in a corner of the backseat, sheltering his penguin from the storm, all tensed up in “scandalized Maggie Smith”…

— Edgar Cantero

“Their perception, however, may still be triggered by the presence of aesthetic conditioners or topoi, from whose influence virtually nobody is free.…

— Edgar Cantero

“I think I broke Kerri,” she said. “Go fix her,” Al commanded, unfazed. “We’ve got enough broken parts.”

— Edgar Cantero

“They were feared in the short range, hated from a distance.”

— Edgar Cantero

“This silence here was somewhat heavier, lonelier than the preceding one. The former was an elevator silence; this one was a walking-through-the-woods-by-night…

— Edgar Cantero