“They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.”
“They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.”
Simon Holt
“It was safe to assume he'd not only read the play but then re-read it, cross-referenced the annotations, and probably joined an online chat group called Buds of the Bard or something equally nerdy”
Simon Holt, Soulstice“I think you inhaled too much lead from those scantron sheets”
Simon Holt, Soulstice“Cole, for Christ's sake, will you stop staring at me like I'm beefcake of the month?”
Simon Holt, Soulstice“What? Quinn's one of them? I just thought he was an a*shole!”
Simon Holt, The Devouring“Lusty blacksmiths and naughty princesses. Now that's scary”
Simon Holt, The Devouring“Our sins live with us for eternity, and that is perhaps the most frightening thing of all. - Sims”
Simon Holt, Soulstice“I know a secret,and secrets breed paranoia.”
Simon Holt, The Devouring“What’s the old saying? Ah, I remember now. ‘Curiosity flayed the cat alive, ripped it apart limb from limb, and listened to it scream before it killed it.’ That’s the one.”
Simon Holt, The Devouring“We can always count on people to hate and to fear.To harm one another and to be harmed.To kill and be killed.It is what opens the gate.”
Simon Holt, The Devouring“Devour your fear.”
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