Dark Fantasy Horror Quotes

“...if I did not try to understand the psychology of people, well I think my ballads would be missing something. I think trying to become the characters…is the key to writing them…”
― Cade Mengler, The Companions

“You were destined to find the amulet. This is because the Divines see something in you, Chase of Dragonfell. Something they haven’t seen in anyone for quite some time.”
― Cade Mengler, The Companions

“You believe that. People believe all kinds of crazy shit. People think the sky is up. The sky is out though, isn’t it? We just feel more comfortable thinking it’s up ‘cause otherwise you gotta admit the whole world is a little speck of rock floating in the fucking dark.”
― S.R. Hughes, The War Beneath

“The thing appeared jointed, osteological, a creature of bone and sinew, but it moved like drooping glue. It stretched out and fell from the ragged hole in the ceiling, a horrific whiteness of teeth and bladed limbs. Too many legs, three arms—one from the top of its spine, if it had a spine, the others from curdled-milk textured shoulders—and a vast jaw lined with rows and rows of jagged fangs. In the center of the serpentine tube of its torso, a red-black hole guttered to its innards.”
― S.R. Hughes, The War Beneath

“Lance, cut Jaylynn to stretch her out, to get the baby away from this new mommy, with the same pair of dull school scissors. At that time, he took the helpless baby away from her, and said that he was going to get rid of it… and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Furthermore, he just let Jaylynn there sitting on the toilet to bleed to death, I guess that is when she had enough pain, and not long after that, she cut her wrist… and I lost two girls… to the curse of the Tower!

Maybe that is when my struggle with affection began. Raged Lance or as I called him walked away, but later that year he put a rifle in his mouth, and he blew his brains, and other things, all over his bedroom walls, on a life-size poster of my little daughter.”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Nevaeh The Cursed

“Do you not know the stories?" asked Amelia. "Have you not listened to the tales? I am the Black Witch Queen who murdered her own husband and abandoned her only daughter. If I will do such things to my own family, imagine what I will do to you and yours.”
― Aubrey Law, Jenny Greenteeth: Swamp Witch

“Reality unzipped before her eyes, floors and walls melting into some new Dali steelscape. Gravity twisted, shifted, plucked at her from different directions like groping hands. The beaded blood from their opponents rose from the floor and floated mid-air.

Somehow, her feet stayed stuck to the ground.”
― S.R. Hughes, The War Beneath

“It was teeth and talons and fire and mustard gas, it was ghosts scorched into Hiroshima streets, showerheads pouring poison into tiled rooms, and a grasp that twined itself around his own bones, a tongue that licked for marrow in his own spine, and a hunger he could feel in his own stomach.”
― S.R. Hughes, The War Beneath

“She pushed herself through the opening, around an ornament that was simultaneously a hanging light bulb and a uvula, and stepped inside. She entered the Mouth, the Throne Room, the Jaws of the Devouring God, or maybe just another in a series of countless double-wides gutted and lashed together with scavenged steel and magic, the bare skeleton of an illusory power. Tongue. The Devourer. God, the Devil, or nobody at all.”
― S.R. Hughes, The War Beneath

“It was funny how little justice seemed to come in the wake of justice being done. It was funny how often the word “funny” described horrors that couldn’t be screamed away.”
― S.R. Hughes, The War Beneath

“When the world was dark, those amber-emerald eyes filled the void, greeting Jan like an old friend - reminding her that they were part of her, and that they would be for years to come.”
― Melissa K. Magner, Jinx

“A tidal wave crashed against the shores of Sterling’s soul, permanently shifting something inside him.
It was as if his body felt too small, too crowded for his own mind, as if something else was there, another heat he couldn’t quite discern amidst his own.
“Catena binds you. Through this rune, you both shall adhere to the order of this court, as neither of you will be able to stay away from the other. The thinner and longer the chain gets, the worse the suffering. The closer you are, the less you’ll feel its effects. This way, Elizabeth cannot escape your control. If she proves too dangerous, she will have no way to run from your punishment, and you’ll keep your oath to neutralise her.”
Sterling didn’t mean for things to go this far.
He merely wanted to be responsible for Elizabeth and keep her under his girdle, not actually be alchemically bound to being near her at all times. Indignation was painted on Elizabeth’s face in colours he yet hadn’t seen on her, washing the feeble traces of fear away. She was furious.
But so was he.
Annoyed with himself for not thinking alchemy would have been used… outraged for liking it.”
― Myosotis, Alchemy of Light and Shadow

“Once you’re sure that magic exists, you can’t be sure of anything else ever.”
― S. R. Hughes

“In my dreams I saw Chiwa's hand: pale and elegant with glowing veins reaching out toward Hadithi. I wanted to warn him with a scream; to shout at him to run, but I couldn't move or speak or blink. All I could do was watch. The witch’s hand dripped with dark crimson blood, filling every crevice of her fingernails, seeping onto a stone surface.”
― Ellen ES Ceely, Child of Shadows

“Even if it was all in his head, it was just enough insanity to keep him sane.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Fireman

“A cold terror gripped the men then, a fear that burrowed deep into their guts. The land itself felt malevolent, alive with a dark force that sought to consume them.”
― Toby R. Beeny, The Bjornlinga Saga #1

“Der Maestro war eingetreten. Erwartungsfroh leckte er sich über die spröden Lippen und mit einem verstörenden Grinsen musterte der Monseigneur sein neues Opfer. Die Hände unter den schwarzen Lederhandschuhen ballten sich langsam zu Fäusten und aus den Augen, die lodernd zwischen den Sehschlitzen der Maske Hervorfunkelten, sprach ein unsagbar blanker Hass. Mit Genugtuung presste er dem schlafenden Patienten ein getränktes Tuch auf den Mund, welches diesen jeglichen Willen zur Gegenwehr nahm. Ruhig, schon fast freudig legte der Maestro dem Betäubten Ledergurte an Hand- und Fußgelenke. Mit diesen fixierte er den gräflichen Spross an den Bettpfosten. Nachdem er ihn mit einem stark stinkenden Riechsalz wieder geweckt hatte, stellte er sich mit einer abgeklärten, schon fast flüsternden Stimme vor. »Mein lieber Gui, willkommen im Hospice des Fous. Wenn ich mich vorstellen darf, ich bin so etwas wie der designierte Leiter dieser Anstalt. Dir sei es gestattet mich Maestro zu nennen!«, er blickte grinsend auf Gui herab und kicherte amüsiert, als er fortfuhr.”
― Bernhard Grendel-Grim, Erabadul: Der Pfad des Meisters- Die Reise beginnt