#urban

Look, this is all very, very weird. Why are you focusing on rumours and urban legends? You haven’t even asked me any normal questions.” “Normal questions? Like what?” “Like, I don’t know, like if Lynch had any enemies.” “Did Lynch have any enemies?” “Well, not that I know of, no.” “Then there really was no point in me asking that, was there? Unless you wanted to distract me. You didn’t want to distract me, did you, Kenny?” “No, that’s not—” “Are you playing a game with me, Kenny?” “I don’t know what you’re—” Inspector Me leaned forward. “Did you kill him?” “No!” “It’d be OK if you did.” Kenny recoiled, horrified. “How would that be OK?” “Well,” Me said, “maybe not ↗

— Derek Landy

#normal #skulduggery-pleasant #urban-legends #weird #death

Welcome to the house of Gray and Graves where we never lie still and death is only the beginning ... ↗

— C.M. Stunich

#faeries #faery #horror #urban-fantasy #death

Automobiles are often conveniently tagged as the villains responsible for the ills of cities and the disappointments and futilities of city planning. But the destructive effect of automobiles are much less a cause than a symptom of our incompetence at city building. ↗

— Jane Jacobs

#death

Then he turned his attention to the other one. He kicked and stopped on Scar-Face, turning her to jelly. He relished every breaking bone, every shattered rib, and every ruptured organ. He laughed when one eyeball spurted from it's socket and when shards of broken bones tore through her flesh. Then, still not satisfied, he leaped into the air and jumped up and down on her corpse. Flesh and blood and hair matted between the treads of his shoe. Then he dipped his index finger in her remains, and used her blood to add two more slash marks to the scorecard on his arm. ↗

— Brain Keene- Urban Gothic

#gore #horror #urban-gothic #death

Death doesn’t always want your eternal sleep. Sometimes Death just wants your eternity. ↗

— Jacquelynn Gagne

#death #fantasy #novel #paranormal #romance

There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible? We'll dream of being blind. ↗

— Paul Virilio

#cultural-critique #urbanization #dreams

I'm not a goddamned faith healer! I don't talk to God! I'm a mechanic and her goddamned engine was broken! --Joanne ↗

— C.E. Murphy

#faith

Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead. ↗

— E.J. Stevens

#fantasy #fiction #kelpies #paranormal #psychic-detective

The rarity of what you hold is more powerful than you can imagine. It is a gift for humanity and the most lethal curse to the vampires. ↗

— Lindsay J. Pryor

#paranormal-romance #pnr #serryn #urban-fantasy #vampire

London opens to you like a novel itself. [...] It is divided into chapters, the chapters into scenes, the scenes into sentences; it opens to you like a series of rooms, door, passsage, door. Mayfair to Piccadilly to Soho to the Strand. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#geography #literary-london #london #metropolis #similes