And so the afternoon stretched on, and Ezbon toasted their imminent defeat to the dregs.
C.N. FaustTags: war fantasy gothic defeat
When she first saw him, she took him for a ghost. His jet-black hair fluttered in the breeze as he walked, letting her see his eyes. They seemed haunted, lost in some way. He was tall and gaunt, starkly pale in his black clothes. He was the very picture of Anton, even sharing his world-weary eyes of deepest blue. She could hardly look away from this apparition, an echo of all the memories and dreams that had haunted her these many years.
Amanda M. LyonsTags: love horror haunted vampires gothic raven eyes-like-blue-fire katja
She will have brown eyes that say everything I ever need to know without her having to speak. She will be beyond extraordinary. She is beyond extraordinary. I will give her everything she ever wanted. She will never have to be afraid or alone. She will always have me. I will never let anything happen to her.
S.K.N. HammerstoneTags: love romance paranormal-romance angels gothic the-rift vessel-of-souls
We're in high school. If it didn't come from the school cafeteria, we like it.
S.K.N. HammerstoneTags: paranormal-romance horror angels gothic skn-hammerstone the-rift vessel-of-souls
Mi-a vorbit despre tortură şi despre moarte aşa cum alţii descriu felurile unei mese îmbelşugate.
Stefana CzellerTags: gothic
Wicked eyes are not a good prospect for seminary boys. They want a gentle, soft sort of wife, not a wife who looks as though she may sprout wings and carry off the young children of the village. ~Maria "Smythe
Gwenn WrightTags: mystery gothic young-adult historical ya von-strassenberg gwenn-wright alternate-history
My dear lady, you have no idea just how scandalous I can be. ~Peter Viktor von Strassenberg, 1905
Gwenn WrightTags: love romance relationships gothic young-adult ya cheating von-strassenberg gwenn-wright
He had gone again and, emboldened by his first successful trip, had chosen a different sort of world to enter, that of THE MONK. He had studied the book with great care and finally selected a passage that was purely descriptive.
The result was the same. The instant he closed the top of the showcase, he was transported to the world described in the open pages. He found himself standing - and shivering - in a dank corridor that, he knew, was far underground. Feeble candlelight flickered in the distance, off to his left. Water dripped down the gleaming walls and startled rats scurried past his feet. The air was stale and unpleasant. Down the corridor to his left, he could hear singing but could not make out the words. Then suddenly, from his right, he heard a woman's high-pitched scream, its sound caroming off the wet, stone walls of the passageway. He jumped, his skin crawling at the back of his neck.
And found himself back in his warm and familiar room.
("I Shall Not Leave England Now")
Tags: reading fiction gothic matthew-gregory-lewis the-monk
That Abbie is such a freaking brat who doesn’t know anything! My William is wasting away in that castle and that stuck up, self-righteous cow doesn’t even care because now she’s just all ooooo, Peter I love you! Well I don’t love Peter and he’s a jerk. Let’s go bust down the door!” She sat back and calmly pushed her hair from her face, “Now would you get me a soda?
Gwenn WrightTags: horror gothic ya obnoxious gwenn-wright new-adult von-strassenberg-saga char
A whole Gothic world had come to grief...there was now no armour glittering through the forest glades, no embroidered feet on the green sward; the cream and dappled unicorns had fled...
Evelyn WaughTags: grief endings gothic end passing
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