Quotes about Gothic fantasy

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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
Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand — Rae Hachton
Admitting defeat? How un-huntress like of you. — Yvonne Nicolas, Shadows & Dust
In the distance, steel-blue mountains loomed heavy on the horizon, their shoulders burdened with the same accursed snow — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
I imagined her poised, a humerus in one hand, a toothbrush in the other, as she gently brushed away the last remnants of — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
I never really wanted to die. But I followed through anyway. The pain in my heart was excruciating, and death was beauti — Rae Hachton, Pretty In Black
It seemed for a moment as if something was there, loitering between the knurled and towering cherry trees, a flash of a — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
Joshua had always been able to get away with things—things for which he should never have been forgiven. He was a lot li — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
The past had already been dealt with, to one end or another, it was certain, fixed, the horror of it was already over.Fo — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
I found serenity in the towers, especially the highest, even in the midst of winter. The crows also enjoyed the lofts, a — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
She stood in the snow, effervescent, all pale skin and blonde hair, clad in white and bathed in moonlight. She should ha — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael
The reflection was that of a putrefying corpse. By some trick of the light, her face seemed sallow and slipping, the pat — Hazel Butler, Chasing Azrael