book meme : WHAT MOVES THE DEAD by T. KINGFISHER.
a selection of lines from the novel what moves the dead. modified slightly for rp purposes.
i'm delighted by obscure passions, no matter how unusual.
it's cold and poor and if you don't die from falling in a hole or starving to death, a wolf eats you.
god, but it was a depressing scene.
i am, for the most part, not an imaginative soul.
he was the gentlest of souls, though he did collect rather odd things.
i swear to you, if i had not heard his voice, i would not have recognized him.
you look like you've been dragged arse-first through hell.
you have grown into an outrageous liar.
in some ways, it's rather refreshing to be treated in the same way as a fungus.
i will tell you, this is a recent dissolution.
i think it might be enough to make anyone ill.
i do not know how to deal with this sort of death, the one that comes slow and inevitable and does not let go.
death that simply comes and settles is not a thing i have any experience with.
i knew most of them would die anyway, but if they died in front of me, it felt worse.
we were friends once. i hope we still are.
i hear things now. everything. my own heartbeat. other people's breathing sounds like thunder.
sometimes i fancy i can hear the worms in the rafters.
but this place has made me afraid.
you don't pull punches in the morning, do you?
what sins could you possibly have?
you know i'm not a superstitious soul but i swear there's something wicked here.
they say mushrooms spring up where the devil walks and where the fairies dance.
perhaps they believe that the fungus is part of them.
it's in god's hands, not mine. perhaps not even his.
don't listen to him. the dead carry lanterns down in the deep.
this place breeds nightmares.
he complains of nightmares. says the walls breathe them out.
i begin to think that this place has killed all of us, in its time.
most of us go to the devil without him having to personally oversee things.
the dead don't walk. you of all people know that.
really, what good would it do? have you not seen enough bodies in your time? maybe it helps other people, but it's just one more face to haunt your dreams.
headache is always preferable to heartache.
perhaps this miserable place has weighed down my spirit and left me vulnerable.
they don't fear ghosts where you come from?
i don't believe the dead actually care about those things.
[name], i have come to think of you as a sensible person, but there is something quite unsavory about all this.
you don't believe in possession, of course.
the dead may walk but i will not walk among them.
this thing, whatever it is, it's what's killing you. devouring you alive.
i've been dead for at least a month.
i could never help anything that killed you.
i know exactly where i would place the match.
