Quotes from Chet Williamson

I was lying on the ground. I could feel my blood mixing with the dirt. And Reese said, 'You can stay up here and fuck the grizzly bears, puss.' And the goddamned thing is, when I finally was able to stand up, I was more scared of imaginary grizzly bears than I was of Reese. Although I'm sure a grizzly bear has better table manners. I just motivated myself the hell away, as fast as I could crawl. I'm not even sure there are grizzly bears around here, anyway.

What happened?" "The coffee table tried to kill us," Marley whispered. "What did you do?" "We ducked," Tanner said. "This sounds like the bad trips my patients on drugs describe," Althea said.

Who's to say what's tied to all this?" Gab asked. "What's natural and what's not? If it's real then it's part of the reality.

There's an old Quidneck saying about fools: The only thing worse than one of them is two of them.

What point was there otherwise to the suffering he had gone through? What point to his grandfather's death on the very night before his operation? It was a warning, a cautionary call that life was short, too short to be wasted.

Sometimes even the most highborn must swab out their own toilets.

An ordinary Haitian mule, it was said, would serve you faithfully for ten years just for the chance to kick your brains in

The occult books Robin kept well hidden, because he knew that Ellis Tidrow made a habit of searching his room for conclusive evidence that Robin was a communicant of Satan.

Sunlight poured slowly over the lip of the window and flooded the cottage.

Don, Corrine, and everyone else on the island was trapped here with a murderer who didn't just kill but committed unspeakable acts. Like decapitating a man, biting chunks out of people, beating a man until he was unrecognizable. For the duration of the Split, neither the killer nor his potential victims could get away from each other, and the local police had no idea who the murderer was. Otherwise, everything was great.

This was mindless slaughter. This was the work of a raging maniac, somebody whose thought processes were going around and around like a cracked record, screaming, Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Over and over and over.

How did I wind up with Reese? Maybe because I'd had a lot of guys who were all talk and nothing beyond. You know—if some junkie tried to knife us in a movie theater, my boyfriend would try to talk it over with the guy. Civilized behavior. And I'd be lying there with my trachea in my lap.

Any reader unable to distinguish between the historical and fictional elements of the plot is urged to seek professional help as quickly as possible.

I was raised Catholic," said Kate. Don't cry, oh, please don't cry. Her head blazed and she could feel the blood oozing into her eyelashes. "I don't believe in sex outside of marriage.

Warriors in some cultures drink the blood of their enemies. Some people consume the blood of animals." "As a rule, here on Ice Island, they restrain themselves.

Can't this creature just hang out at a hospital, eat up the souls or essences or whatever of people who die naturally?" For a long moment Kesselring simply looked at him. "It's evil," he said finally. "That's its whole purpose in being here. To do evil.

Meanwhile, halfway across the Atlantic, something awakened in the cargo hold of a freighter bound for Europe. It smiled like an old man who'd just proved once again that his bowels still worked.

He acquired a reputation for savage brutality unique even in that savage, brutal age, his most famous act being the simultaneous execution of thirty thousand captive enemy soldiers by impalement, i.e., a stake driven up through the anus and out the mouth. He was not a nice fellow.

Stripping was a simple process, really. It was possible for a very few men with the right equipment—and without all the hazards usually accompanying tunnel mining—to reduce prime forest and farm land to bare rock in a relatively short time.

There's nothing like a headless corpse to bring a touch of excitement into one's life.

Dark is dark in the darkness.

This is an age when men hide their deepest fears and instincts behind a mask of rationality. Mankind has become a herd of sheep which does not believe in the existence of wolves.

Good! Brad thought. Great! I can see the headline now: MORGANTOWN MYSTERY DISEASE FELLS ALL CHILDREN, BUT TOLL PALES IN COMPARISON WITH BLACK DEATH. CDC OFFICIALS GREATLY RELIEVED!

It's just that I think we should be responsible for our friends, is all. If we're not, why bother to have friends?