All the Fiends of Hell Quotes

“Survivors were mere witnesses. A scattering of stragglers. No one would ever hear their brief stories. There were no more stories. A few desperate actions remained to be unrecorded and unremarked upon. Narrative had ended. Everything mankind had done and built and known was redundant, discarded. The world was a landfill. He found that the hardest thing to accept: that nothing would be commented upon again, nor processed. It just was. And then something else would continue in the place of his species.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“Things that have never been on this planet before. This didn’t come from here, from the earth. None of it. There’s nothing in the history of the planet that has any equivalency to what has happened over the last week. Surely you can see that. Whatever is here is exterminating the last of us. Like a god.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“When he wondered if any of them would ever recover, he’d decided that in the unlikely event of any of them surviving for much longer, none of them would heal. There was no rehabilitation for this level of trauma. They’d all become different people in one week – harder, madder, sadder. Something they’d only recognise later. If there was a later.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“Light filtered primrose from an indefinable source beyond the cloud cover. No miracle to be celebrated up there. Only an assurance that further reprisals and atrocities awaited any living thing that chose to resettle these buildings. The notion that human habitation could resume beneath such a sky struck him as absurd. This was a cleansing. Those that remained were being driven into the open, probably to be annihilated in the manner of small animals beaten from cover by hunters and their hounds. And once the sky was entirely red . . . the speed with which they moved. Karl couldn’t bear to think about them.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“At the end of the world, he’d made a promise to the brother of a stolen child.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“He found that the hardest thing to accept: that nothing would be commented upon again, nor processed. It just was. And then something else would continue in the place of his species.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“Survivors were mere witnesses. A scattering of stragglers. No one would ever hear their brief stories. There were no more stories. A few desperate actions remained to be unrecorded and unremarked upon. Narrative had ended. Everything mankind had done and built and known was redundant, discarded. The world was a landfill.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“When the sun was all but gone, an unusual tint remained on the low cloud that had not broken all day. A watery rose stain had spread across the entire northern horizon, as if a distant fire cast a reflection on the sky.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“He’d not survived the event. He’d been left behind. That fitted his profile and prospects. An oversight during the end of civilisation and the extinction of mankind. The last to hear, the most overlooked and easily forgotten person in the room, street, village, town. World.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“It also struck him that they were nearly as prehistoric as the people who’d once lived on the moors ten thousand years gone. He and the boy were less skilled, yet still hunter-gatherers, roaming from cupboard to cupboard, wearing the clothes of others and blinking in fearful incomprehension at a sky that only pitiless, displeased gods could transform thus and make bleed.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“One of the reasons I write horror is to conduct a dialogue with myself about life and death, the suffering that living entails but also the wonder and mystery that life offers. Horror, to my eye, is granted a special licence in these matters. Imaginatively exploring the true precariousness of life and society, and the miracle of consciousness and existence, can also be a path to terrifying visions. But if you are gifted with an imagination it must be used.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“Will you shut the anus in the middle of your face. The puckered ring-piece from which a lifetime of shit has poured.”
― Adam Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell

“But if you are gifted with an imagination it must be used.”
― Adam Nevill, All the Fiends of Hell