“Succumbing finally, she lets out a loud shriek as her vehicle stops at a red light. Fuck. She hollers cursing the night. Cursing the shadows, cursing the unknown condemned she intends to meet this ...”

“A vein throbs to the left of his forehead. It pulsates, mirroring the violence in the room.”

“William sees it all happen again. The pain is not in the event. The subjection to it and his powerless state each time is where his anguish lies. He is unable to influence the situation, despite hi...”

“The only sound is the audible record of her thrusts as she becomes wetter. Her beautiful voice echoing in his head, they share the sounds of their amorous flesh moving in unbridled rhythm.”

“The dead are the past and we cannot escape the past. Without the past there will be no future.”

“I do not love men: I love what devours them.”

“Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.”

“Part of his mind was screaming, but it was a distant one and easy to ignore.”