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“Age has no meaning for me. I didn’t even believe I could die, not until that day on the beach. You saved my life. Why did you do that?”
“Most would have. But not you, Muriel McAuley. Now I must return the favour.”
“What are you?”
“I’m Billy.” “Yes, but… before that.” “I was Avalon.”
“I don’t know. I just am, and always have been.”
“Aren’t you lonely?”
“Lonely?”
“Yes. Yes I am.” For the first time, he smiled. “Lonely....
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he didn’t like other people, but I think there was something about the open sea that had an effect on him. Like that was the only place on Earth he truly belonged.”
“Like that. It’s as beautiful now as it was then.”
Que asombrosa su expansion de la belleza, ver el mundo como bello, que tu percepción de felicidad englobe un todo, una historia de amor mundana y corta suena tan patetica en comparación like "this is it?"
“His memories, yes.”
Esto me recuerda a "warm bodies"
“How much of him is in there?” she asked. “How much of you is my Billy?” “As much as you wish to believe.”
“It’s frightening. It almost seems real.”
“Are memories real?” “Of course,” she said. ...
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Their lips touched,
No skull, no bone, just an aching black void, an abominable emptiness under the facade.
“Bring him back!”
“Bring him back! Bring him back! Bring him… bring…”
all seemed like a cruel dream now.
What he needed was a whole person, all to himself. There was no point thinking about it. The very notion was sick. She couldn’t do it. And even if she did, what then? How many meals would it take? How many lives—
Otra referencia con "hellraiser" tiene mucho de esto
Invite one of Grant’s people over to be his meal?
Yas gurl
A meal for Avalon, delivered right to the door.
And guilt-free, too!
A pretty song to die to?
It had no face, just a bulbous head, in the centre of which sat one vast white eye, surrounded by glistening veins and nerves. With no skin to speak of, the rubbery gelatinous mass quivered with each step.
vivid colours of obscene beauty spinning around the room.
There is a God, thought Aaron, and then the creature yanked hard on his skin and turned him inside out like a revolting fleshy pillowcase.
“Let me see him,”
“I have no need of a heart,”
“When you did that,”
She's nuts
she wondered if she had it in her anymore. The drive, the passion.
Was she safe with him?
And most importantly… did she even care?
In the corner.
A person.
she gazed into the eyes of a beautiful young woman she hadn’t seen in a long, long time. Herself.
She stole an adoring glance at him, enjoying his company, enjoying the tranquillity. Just the two of them, surrounded by peace and stillness, the way life used to be.
“We communicated largely through intercourse.”
“We could do it,”
“I know how.”
The cave was lit by candles.
It was as she remembered it the day of Billy’s proposal,
“Are you happy?”
He kissed her.
But for now… enjoy it.”
“I love you,”
If time had any common decency, it would stop altogether and leave them frozen in this one perfect moment for all eternity.
“I can’t lose you again,”
Hand-in-hand, they strolled back to the cottage.
“You will continue to feed me, won’t you, Muriel?”
