Quote by Simon Holt Download Open image ““Is my son turning into some kind of monster?”” — Simon Holt ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on… — Simon Holt Copy Share Image
“When darkness comes and eats the light, bury your fears on sorry night. Because in the winter's darkest hours, comes the feasting of the… — Simon Holt Copy Share Image
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