Claire Kreutzberger

“Everywhere, the silt encroached, shoring itself in huge banks against a railway viaduct or crescent of offices, oozing through a submerged arcade like the fetid contents of some latter-day Cloaca Maxima. Many of the smaller lakes were now filled with the silt, yellow disks of fungus-covered sludge from which a profuse tangle of competing plant forms emerged, walled gardens in an insane Eden.”
― J.G. Ballard, The Drowned World

“All the ghost stories were wrong; hauntings were so rarely malicious. The dead only wanted to feel included.”
― R.F. Kuang, Katabasis

“It was like having a Dixie elf for a landlady.”
― Stephen King, The Institute

“I hear people, he said, whose voices are eternal in this underground world, which is all planes of time on a single plane.”
― Rachel Kushner, Creation Lake