In the distance, over the cusp of the planets, a primordial paused, its mammoth body shimmering itself into perception. As I watched it, a dreadful certainty gripped me: this was how Gramps was trappe...
I am thirty-two years old, and the best I can do on a Saturday is accompany my married friends to a craft fair. The thought inspired an instant twitch of self-loathing, because it was such a lame lame...
We look about in puzzlement at our world, with a sense of unease and disquiet. We think of ourselves as scholars in arcane liturgies, single men trapped in worlds beyond our devising. The truth is far...
There are angels in Hell, the horror writer told him, not just in Heaven. Indeed, the angels of Hell may be the more numerous.
If the Governor speaks of ideals, they are selfless ideals; if he speaks of paths to be taken, they are untrod paths. The Governor is one who leaves no cliché unturned,
I clung to the misty margin and watched the grasslands through much of the day, noting the way the light shifted and phantom sprites sometimes moved through the air above the rippling strands, auroral...
Any idea what started it? No obvious point of origin, but Perry Horne will be out later and he can tell us more. Joe unzipped his jacket a little way and palmed sweat from his throat. I don’t need a f...
You know how in our brains, behind all the recent flashy developments that gave us stuff like emotions and aesthetics and cosmic awareness, there’s this lizard brain. It’s what makes the heart beat an...
Rudge was not a pessimist, but he’d lived long enough to know that hope had to be kept on a short leash.
I was taught that the villagers and the slum dwellers were like animals, she said. It was the responsibility of people of the educated classes to see to it rules were followed and order maintained. An...
He had worked to save those men, though it had been hopeless work. Mankind had acquired an appetite for dying; doctors had become shepherds to the process.
Every day someone out there comes to the end of his tether, decides he can't carry on any more, and starts looking for a really good method to end it all. How do you do it? Let me count the ways.
Deduction was for the highbrows in top hats and great coats; I performed my detecting with a boot and a six-gun.
—Chickens have a twenty-minute memory. We primates cope through booze and denial. Dial up more of that denial part, you’ll last longer.
We stand revealed as something our parents are mortified to have created.
So mean that her death would cause a thousand of Hell's toughest demons to opt for early retirement.
A hatred I was going to feel anyway for men whose evil came not from some grand design, but cost-benefit analysis and spite.
Time is a ring, and in the House of Belphegor that ring contracts like a muscle.
Somewhere in our early teen years it’s inevitable that our parents become sources of great embarrassment to us, held accountable for everything they are and aren’t, could’ve been or should never be. B...
She and her husband, Gavin J. Grant, live in Northamp ton, Massachusetts, which is only a short drive away from the Eric Carle Museum.