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“Something coming back from the dead was almost always bad news. Movies taught me that. For every one Jesus you get a million zombies.”
― David Wong, John Dies at the End

“You'll let me put a total stranger's piss hose in my mouth while my knees scream in agony on the hard floor? Right here in from of everyone? Gosh, such a hard thing to pass up. But you know, I'd rather eat Ebola pudding than let your sad little dick near me." She wiggled her fingers as she slipped past him. "Toodles" Oh, he needed to tap that.”
― Larissa Ione, Reaver

“His guilt swelled up, churning like a paddle wheel in his stomach. He wanted desperately to flee. How do you escape something that comes from inside? The revenant, he knew, searched for him.”
― Michael Punke, The Revenant

“Why did you come to the frontier? [...] To track down a common thief? To revel in a moment's revenge? I thought there was more to you than that."

Still Glass said nothing. Finally Kiowa said, "If you want to die in the guardhouse, that's for you to decide.”
― Michael Punke, The Revenant

“Vorrei potermi trasformare in un uomo comune ed esserci sempre per te. Ma non posso. Ti giuro, però, che farò tutto ciò che è in mio potere per farmi perdonare. Ti darò più di quanto potrebbe darti un fidanzato normale. Non so ancora come, ma non vedo l’ora di scoprirlo. Insieme a te.

Grazie per essere qui, mia bellezza. Mon ange. Mia Kate.

Completamente tuo,

Vincent”
― Amy Plum, Die for Me

“The Revenant by Stewart Stafford

The golden ball in the sky adopts an adios hue,
And kisses the world a fond adieu,
The predators that thrive in its absence appear,
Their shadows and eyeshine our darkest fears.

The Revenant stirs from subterranean limbo,
With bloodied fangs and glowing eyes akimbo,
To survive and stagger the bloodlust way,
Until fasting begins at break of day.

Hear the tap at your window,
The solitary song,
Embrace the contagion,
No matter how wrong.

Feel the frigid skin,
The piercing bite,
And live in their troth,
At one with night.

Then recline in their grave,
In eternal embrace,
And rise at sundown,
A gothic Queen of Disgrace.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford