'I’m in agony and he doesn’t care. He’s mutilating me and no one cares. Why isn’t anyone stopping him?'

"Pierre stares at Jean’s emaciated body. It’s half the size it was when they left town, but there’s still some meat clinging to bone."

"I was met by an utter silence and stillness which was all the more insidious in lieu of the footsteps which I had heard so brazenly just moments before."

"Its call in the night is an omen of ill-luck and doom"

'I’m in agony and he doesn’t care. He’s mutilating me and no one cares. Why isn’t anyone stopping him?'

"Pierre stares at Jean’s emaciated body. It’s half the size it was when they left town, but there’s still some meat clinging to bone."

"I was met by an utter silence and stillness which was all the more insidious in lieu of the footsteps which I had heard so brazenly just moments before."

"Its call in the night is an omen of ill-luck and doom"

'Something is on the roof.'

"Even in the darkness, Grace could see that something metallic gleamed."

"He fears no discovery: he is an omen of doom made aberrant flesh."

"Slowly, the boys become aware of a new, slow whistle."

"His cries die in his throat."

"Standing alone, as always, by the Verge of Apple Creek Road."