Cry no tears for us, my friend.” I pry at her fingers, panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again, “Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday.”
From the corpse of Warren, his greyish gums smack from whatever goo has settled in his mouth, “Allow the tide sweep free the bay.”
Then together they sing in zombie choir, “And home the ships sailing send.
Tag: romance death dreams sacrifice gothic zombie ships waking water-for-elephants storms tempest cityisle cityspire
There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyTag: horror gothic frankenstein mary-shelley
Some believe that every library looks like a splendid cemetery of human thoughts and ideas. Could librarians be called grave-diggers? However that may be, like a cemetery, a library will never stop being of use.
Lara BiyutsTag: books culture library gothic
All cats are gray in the dark. And besides, her actions have less to do with her, and everything to do with you.
Jaye FrancesTag: paranormal-romance horror novel witchcraft gothic supernatural occult adult series ebooks adult-fiction jaye-frances kindle-ebook the-kure
It was enough to drive me mad. I was no longer myself and yet I was so much more me than I had ever been before.
~Katherine Demure
Tag: love romance gothic historical-romance ya saga von-strassenberg gwenn-wright katherine-demure viktor-demure
I came from across the ocean and through the wilderness and landed here and found you hiding behind a tapestry. My fate was sealed at the sight of your stockinged feet.
~Viktor von Strassenberg
Tag: romance gothic young-adult ya viktor von-strassenberg gwenn-wright new-release
To want more was not just childish, but cowardly, and somehow constpatory too. Death was change; it led to new chances, new vacancies, new niches and opportunities; it was not all loss.
Iain BanksTag: fiction gothic scottish docmartin levis501
But there was nothing. No village or town as far as her eyes could strain. Nowhere for her saviours to come from and take her to; just fields and trees and the weeping arc of the river Greave all the way to the horizon. Just like in the books, Greaveburn was all there was; building and building until streets were foundations, roofs were floors, constantly climbing away from itself. now that Abrasia saw it, her dream of escape crumbled completely like an ancient map in her fingers. The horizon was the world's edge and there was nothing beyond it but mist and falling.
Greaveburn stood alone on this little circle of earth, the river running around and into itself like a snake eating its tail. And Abrasia was doomed to watch the sun and stars trade places for all eternity.
Tag: gothic river city steampunk abrasia greave greaveburn
The Aunts put their arms about one another so that their faces were cheek to cheek, and from this doublehead they gazed up at Steerpike with a row of four equidistant eyes. There was no reason why there should not have been forty, or four hundred of them. It so happened that only four had been removed from a dead and endless frieze whose inexhaustible and repetitive theme was forever, eyes, eyes, eyes.
Mervyn PeakeInevitably, his vision verged toward the fantastic; he published a scattering of stories - most included in this volume - which appeared to conform to that genre at least to the degree that the fuller part of his vision could be seen as "mysteries." For Woolrich it all was fantastic; the clock in the tower, hand in the glove, out of control vehicle, errant gunshot which destroyed; whether destructive coincidence was masked in the "naturalistic" or the "incredible" was all pretty much the same to him. RENDEZVOUS IN BLACK, THE BRIDE WORE BLACK, NIGHTMARE are all great swollen dreams, turgid constructions of the night, obsession and grotesque outcome; to turn from these to the "fantastic" was not to turn at all. The work, as is usually the case with a major writer was perfectly formed, perfectly consistent, the vision leached into every area and pulled the book together. "Jane Brown's Body" is a suspense story. THE BRIDE WORE BLACK is science fiction. PHANTOM LADY is a gothic. RENDEZVOUS IN BLACK was a bildungsroman. It does not matter.
Barry N. MalzbergTag: science-fiction horror suspense gothic noir fantastic bildungsroman cornell-woolrich noir-fiction
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