If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, the flickering bulb above my head wasn’t it. The faces of my tormentors w — Susan Illene, Darkness Haunts
If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, the flickering bulb above my head wasn’t it. The faces of my tormentors w — Susan Illene, Darkness Haunts
If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, the flickering bulb above my head wasn’t it. The faces of my tormentors w — Susan Illene, Darkness Haunts
If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, the flickering bulb above my head wasn’t it. The faces of my tormentors w — Susan Illene, Darkness Haunts
If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, the flickering bulb above my head wasn’t it. The faces of my tormentors w — Susan Illene, Darkness Haunts
Download Customize

If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, the flickering bulb above my head wasn’t it. The faces of my tormentors were no angels—they were hell’s minions and I’d stepped into their purgatory.

— Susan Illene, Darkness Haunts
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
urban fantasy

More “Urban fantasy” Quotes

It’s a very private moment when your heart breaks. I was thankful we were alone. I knew I couldn’t keep her, but I would — S.G. Holster, Heartlines
I refuse to live in a constant fighting match, Landon. It will not do!' 'And I’ve tried living without you, and it just — J.L. Sheppard, Burdened By Desire
You're not safe with me."He cut me off, seeming to growl. "I don't want to be safe. I want to be with you. You can't do — S.G. Holster, Thirty Seconds to Die
We need to talk," he insisted, opening the door to his jeep that was parked next to my car. I was still holding out hope — S.G. Holster, Thirty Seconds to Die
Before we go on from here, I just want to say," he paused and took a step closer to me and reached his hand out to my he — S.G. Holster, Thirty Seconds to Die
I immediately thought of the stars. Stars. Heavenly bodies formed by huge clouds of dust and gas bumpinginto one another — Jorge Enrique Ponce
What is life but a fucked-up factory fabricating fuckups? — Jorge Enrique Ponce, F*KTORY, Vol. 1: Fabricating Fuck-Ups
Was James bipolar?”The tears returned, and I watched her battle them. “We don’t use that word in our family.”I stared at — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
I swore as the knife I’d been using to dice our dinner bit into my finger. I dropped it on the floor, blood spattering t — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
James had taken his own life, but the need to do so was not something easily explained. He had the life he wanted: money — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
Death begins before birth. I have always found this an odd notion, but were it not for the death of certain cells during — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
It was a fact that had become the focus of my entire life, a whisper in my heartbeat, a permanent, insidious presence th — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael