Grady Hendrix
- The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires
"Why do you pretend what we do is nothing?" she asked. "Every day, all the chaos and messiness of life happens and every day we clean it all up. Without us, they would just wallow in filth and disorder and nothing of any consequence would ever get done. Who taught you to sneer at that? I'll tell you who. Someone who took their mother for granted."
Jack Ketchum
- Off Season
They watched her cross the meadow and step over the low stone wall, into the woods beyond. She looked awkward. She would be easy to catch. They took their time. Breaking off the white birch switches, peeling the bark away. They could hear her moving through the underbrush. They looked at one another and smiled, but said nothing. They peeled the switches, and then they started after her.
Agustina Bazterrica
- Tender is the Flesh
I know that when I die somebody's gonna sell my flesh on the black market, one of my awful distant relatives. That's why I smoke and drink, so I taste bitter and no one gets any pleasure out of my death. Today I'm the butcher, tomorrow I might be the cattle.
