Nancy A. Collins

My after forty face felt far more comfortable than anything I lived with previously. Self-confidence was a powerful beauty-potion; I looked better…

— Nancy A. Collins

Sleep: the stepchild of Death.

— Nancy A. Collins

“I said I don’t want it in the house, is that clear?’ She turned and left. Discussion closed. I knew better than…

— Nancy A. Collins

“But I can tell you the reason for me being so youthful-looking for a man a century and a half old. I’m…

— Nancy A. Collins

“... you cannot shake hands with the Devil and not get sulphur on your sleeve.”

— Nancy A. Collins

“Moon. Big white moon. White as milk moon. You’re all I can see from my window, here in the dark. Your light…

— Nancy A. Collins

“She knew that the only love her demon was capable of was self-destructive, cruel, vampiric, parasitic, and all the other words her…

— Nancy A. Collins

“The orderly is nearing the end of his rounds. I can hear his footsteps echoing in the hall and his ragged breathing.…

— Nancy A. Collins

“That’s when his job got tough. Since that night, his shift had yet to go by without one of the inmates waking…

— Nancy A. Collins

“Time snapped and Hagerty found himself speeding toward the woman in the straitjacket. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled her off…

— Nancy A. Collins

“How pathetic. Minor-league monsters strutting and performing in their private Grand Guignols. How fucking lame. You want fear? You want terror? You…

— Nancy A. Collins

“Things had gone badly at Hell House, although not quite as horribly as the '31 investigation. At least this time there were…

— Nancy A. Collins

My after forty face felt far more comfortable than anything I lived with previously.

— Nancy A. Collins

If it doesn't make you sweat, it's not worth it. If it's not hard to get, why go for it?

— Nancy A. Collins