"I’ve been in a couple of difficult situations before where I’ve found it useful to ask myself, ‘What would Peter Grant say?’ Not ‘What would he do?’ because I’m never going to be that desperate." -Ben Aaronovitch, "Winter's Gifts"
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"I’ve been in a couple of difficult situations before where I’ve found it useful to ask myself, ‘What would Peter Grant say?’ Not ‘What would he do?’ because I’m never going to be that desperate." -Ben Aaronovitch, "Winter's Gifts"
The least remembered gods still haunt the oldest forests.
Adam Nevill, “The Reddening”
‘It’s like hypnotism,’ I told Warwick, after the two had been dispatched off to drink more coffee. But Warwick wasn’t buying. ‘Hypnotism doesn’t work like that,’ she said. ‘And that’s the way it’s not like hypnotism,’ I said.
Ben Aaronovitch, “The Homecrowd Advantage”
Horror effortlessly exists in those places where we are no longer present: it is present and continuing as a collection of artefacts, stains, residues.
Adam Nevill, Wyrd and Other Derelictions
Und weil ich vor Jahren noch gesagt hätte, ich würde mich nie in die Nähe einer Motorsäge bewegen, und inzwischen am Ofen sitze, in dem das Holz der Bäume brennt, die ich vor zwei Jahren gefällt habe, weiß ich: Zeiten ändern sich, und es ist möglich, das Alte zu Fall zu bringen.
Margarete Stokowski, Untenrum frei
“Funny thing about rumors,” Sebastian said softly. “It doesn’t matter if they’re true or false, only that people believe them.”
Scott Thomas, Kill Creek
One of the great feats of horror done well is to stretch the minds of characters and the imaginations of readers into a consideration of our cosmic insignificance within vast swathes of time and space that we cannot even begin to grasp beyond formulae.
Adam Nevill, Wyrd and Other Derelictions
A house stained by spilled blood cannot escape the harsh sentence passed by rumor.
Scott Thomas, Kill Creek