It Devours! (Welcome to Night Vale, #2)

by Joseph Fink

Elizabeth Bennet’s sword was soaked with blood (Larry had used his own). And for her eyes, he had used polished onyx. From wherever you stood in the room, Bennet appeared to be staring you down with the passion and vengefulness this dangerous literary villain was known for.

Science was meant to be hard. After all, what was science but a bunch of bored human beings trying to challenge themselves when faith became too easy?

“I don’t think of home as a place. It’s more the ritual of my life. The work I do every day, and the things I like to eat, and where I like to eat them.

A story never stands on its own, but exists in the context of the storyteller.

looked like a dream scrawled across a visible reality.

The story ends the same way, no matter how you choose to perceive it.

We can’t kill a living thing just because we’re afraid of it, or even because we want to study it.

“It’s not okay but you can only make change in your own life,

“So your religion has created a problem, and now you want science to fix it?”

No grave mistake can be fixed completely.

Religion can be something you do, not something you believe. And that can have just as much meaning.”