Within its gates I heard the sound
Of winds in cypress caverns caught
Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought
To whisper what their roots had found.
(“A Dream of Fear”)

The Houselands. Graveyard to the ones
who got locked out. A chill ran up London’s spine. What the hell
were they doing?

The charm of horror only tempts the strong

I said, 'If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn't we meet them a long time ago?

There were dozens of stones of all sizes in the small meadow. Tall stones, bigger than either of the boys, and small ones, just the right size for sitting on. There were some broken stones. The Runt knew what sort of place this was, but it did not scare him. It was a loved place.

When you say you’re a fan of the gore, what do you mean?”
“The all supernatural bunch, love. The scarier the merrier.