Joshua Alan Doetsch
Goodreads Author
Born
in The United States
April 28, 1979
Website
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Member Since
September 2009
URL
https://www.goodreads.com/joshuaalandoetsch
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Madness on the Orient Express: 16 Lovecraftian Tales of an Unforgettable Journey
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2014
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Beckett's Jyhad Diary
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2018
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Strangeness in the Proportion
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2011
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Lore of the Clans
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2015
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Vampire the Requiem 2nd Edition
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2014
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The Strix Chronicle Anthology
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2013
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The Hunters Hunted 2
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2013
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Blood and Smoke: the Strix Chronicle
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2013
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The Chicago Folios
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2020
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Book of Dead Things
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2007
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“Night after night she listens to the howling in the pipes. It gains a bloodcurdling cadence. She hums along. She can almost sing the words. She scratches the pimples dotting her body. They swell to boils. They burst, revealing new eyes. The eyes show her unutterable truths. Soon, she sticks thumb tacks into her tongue so she can better explain these truths to the weeping children whose beds she hides under.”
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“You've heard shards of our voice in the phantom-radio code of a numbers station in the roar of a crowd - in the screams of your clock - in the scrape of a chalkboard - in the snow static of a TV - in the chainsaw-decibel mating of cicadas - in the urban mythos that spreads amongst children like contagion - in the silence between lies.
White noise becomes a cadence. Words develop self-awareness. Viral. Evolving. Living poetry. Sentient language.”
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White noise becomes a cadence. Words develop self-awareness. Viral. Evolving. Living poetry. Sentient language.”
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“Somewhere, a trucker reads alien letters carved into the bathroom stall walls of a truck stop. He cannot look away. Pathogens in the grammar open an event horizon in his head. He spreads the scrawl in every stop on his route, carving it into the stalls. he itches and he scratches. Others see the letters. They itch. They scratch. He scratches his face, draws the runes in red with his box knife. His head blossoms into a bouquet of writhing lampreys.”
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“Do you know what it's like to run spellcheck for six hours? It's like a party in purgatory. A party in purgatory where all they have to drink is sugar-free Kool-aid, and the only game to play is Monopoly, and none of your friends show up.”
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“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
― Eleonora
― Eleonora
“That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.”
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