The dead pull the living down.

Logically, it doesn__ make sense for people to make stories of things that go bump in the night during a full moon._ He paused for a moment, then added one final comment. __o, Megan_ it__ during a new moon that the night is darkest. It__ during a new moon_ that the real monsters come out.

We're all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks_damsels.

There would be no salvaging this. I was going to die a spinster with cobwebs feasting on my vagina, I just knew it.

Forgive me, God, for I'm about to sin like fuck.

It was dark now, and broodingly sluggish. Like something supine waiting to spring, with just the tip of its tail twitching. Leaves stood still on the trees. An evil green star glinted in the black sky like a hostile eye, like an evil spying eye.("For The Rest Of Her Life")