I dream dark dreams.
I dream of a figure moving through the forest, of children flying from his path, of young women crying at his coming. I dream of snow and ice, of bare branches and moon-cast shadows. I dream of dancers floating in the air, stepping lightly even in death, and my own pain is but a faint echo of their suffering as I run. My blood is black on the snow, and the edges of the world are silvered with moonlight. I run into the darkness, and he is waiting.
I dream in black and white, and I dream of him.
I dream of Caleb, who does not exist, and I am afraid.
There are people whose eyes you must avoid, whose attention you must not draw to yourself.
They are strange, parasitic creatures, lost souls seeking to stretch across the abyss and make fatal contact with the warm, constant flow of humanity. They live in pain, and exist only to visit that pain on others.
A random glance, the momentary lingering of a look, is enough to give them the excuse that they seek. Sometimes, it is better to keep your eyes on the gutter for the fear that, by looking up, you might catch a glimpse of them, black shapes against the sun, and be blinded forever.
..her lips were as red as a stop light..
John ConnollyTags: gripping
When she was taken from me it was like the death of a world, an infinite number of futures coming to an end.
John ConnollyShe was plump, with dyed red hair and a face so caked with cosmetics that the floor of the Amazon jungle probably saw more natural light...
John ConnollyTags: humor
Frank tried to look like he was wrestling with his conscience, although he couldn't have found his conscience without a shovel and an exhumation order.
John ConnollyTags: humor
I slipped from present to past, sliding down the snake heads of memory into what was and what would never be again.
John ConnollyFor a moment they still lived and I experienced their deaths as a fresh loss with each waking, so that I was unsure whether I was a man waking from a dream of death or a dreamer entering a world of loss, a man dreaming of unhappiness or a man waking to grief.
John ConnollyThe evolutionary curve obviously sloped pretty gently where Six came from.
John ConnollyTags: humor
He became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.
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