Dark Fiction Quotes

St John from the book of The Revelation “He also forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead, so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark.

Jane sneezed three hundred dollars' worth of coke into the air.Krishna's black eyes seem to have mirrors in them. She glances at me with a smile as big as the Cheshire Cat's.

Don’t worry about paying me. Stay alive, child. You must save yourself. And, whatever you do, don’t forget who you are

Hope had only revealed herself to him when he was immersed in darkness

He thrust into me as if he were trying to climb into my soul.

I felt absolutely nothing, and that frightened me even more than the darkness of oblivion

Famine was a dirty bitch with rotten fangs, but the hunger she put in a belly bit sharp nonetheless.

I can see the cracks in society, in people, in this world and I'd rather die before slipping into one of them.

My mama always said, You can always ask. The worst they can do is say no. But I don’t think Mama was thinking about revenge and murder when she dealt out that piece of homespun advice

I fell asleep that night in the arms of a killer. I'd never slept better.

My name is one best whispered in terror in a dark corner.

Why, oh why was I standing entranced when I should have been releasing my inner she wolf on his arse?

We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others.

The demon of revenge had already taken hold of his heart. The cancer of injustice had already eaten at his cheerful soul, leaving a skeleton of a carcass behind, one that could never feel compassion for humans—or anything else—again.

Sick, twisted Abby was in love with the sick, twisted, beautiful Jake.

I need to know if you would like it if I put him to ground for you.

Everyone has a monster inside

Now that's a ghastly moon, not ghostly.

The surge of his ardour swept through him in climatic release, filling her womb with his final, mortal sowing.

Why do you want to touch me? I'm nothing. I'm no one.

Around eighth grade Margot started getting really sensitive about her weight, even though she wasn’t remotely fat—just a little round-faced. So Margot did what any normal fourteen-year-old girl would do. She started puking on purpose, every day after fifth period. Of course now, she does more than puke. But we don’t talk about that. Because real friends don’t judge each other for what they do to survive in hell.

The Captain, so close as he was, didn’t warrant their attention. Even a fly on a horse’s hindquarters gets a tail whip. And that is the thick of it. We are less than flies to these foul foes.

For the first time in a long time a bit of something I was unfamiliar with crept up inside me.If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought it was hope.

You killed me.” My voice was unsteady.He held me close again. “I brought you back.”“Please tell me we only have to do that once.”He whispered against my ear, “I swear I won’t kill you again. Cross my heart and hope to die.” It was a bad joke

We were just us, broken and bruised, fucked-up and messy, and together we were everything we never thought we could be.