Billy's Experiment Quotes

“You can dress up a person all you want, but you can’t dress up their eyes…”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“In a way, Old Man Cronin, the cemetery caretaker, had become the dead’s spokesman — someone had to stick up for them.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“The dead are dead every day…and that’s their immortal right.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Big Tom Daly didn’t regard himself as squeamish, but in that infinitesimal moment, Big Tom did indeed scream as an eight-year-old boy might. Never had he felt more alive as he landed on that soft-limbed bed of death. He let out a helpless rollicking wail before rolling off his uncomfortably comfortable rigour Mortis mattress with prickling fear and repulsion.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Sometimes, only death can bring true healing.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Bill Steward was nudged to the edge of sanity and peered down into the bottomless black abyss of insanity.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Sometimes, I don't know if I'm asleep or awake.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“The sergeant cast a glance at his workmate. ‘You partake in a little bluegrass?’

Entranced by the ghastly image on the prefab floor, Maggie answered, ‘I don’t do drugs, never have.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Oh, to hide in the shadow of your sweet wing of darkness.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Mould is the master and mistress. She hibernates in forgotten places.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Mike Devine loomed up again, trying not to lose sight of that hole in the trembling light. He wasn’t sure if it was the matrix of luminescence and shadow, but the gravedigger was almost certain the black mass of mould — the scab — pulsed ever so slightly, like a dying pockmarked blackened heart.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Mike walked about the cavernous basement, alarmed at the serious mould infestation and even more perturbed by the slithering amphibians gathering at his feet. Mike traced the black splotches of mould that took him to a blind spot behind the infinite staircase which was very quickly becoming the stairway to Hell.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Never had Big Tom felt more alive as he landed on that soft-limbed bed of death. He let out a final helpless rollicking wail before rolling off his uncomfortably comfortable rigor mortis mattress stuffed with prickling fear and repulsion.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Billy’s face was enlightened, clean and clear of any worry. The child bloomed with the gift of youth the recently deceased seem to regain, flushed of their mortal shackles.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“You’ve done something wrong and you know you’ve done something wrong. Sometimes we’re caught, sometimes we’re not. Justice comes in the strangest of forms. It will float to the surface sooner or later and wash up on your doorstep.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“He wasn’t sure if it was the matrix of light and shadow, but the gravedigger was almost certain that a black mass of mould pulsed ever so slightly inside the fissure, a dying pockmarked blackened heart.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Bill’s conscience whispered to him: Only Billy isn’t your son, not really, and you know that but you don’t want to admit it. Billy was a baby you rescued…stole maybe…from Halloween cult freaks seven years ago, almost to the night. You talk about girls being an unknown quantity? Wrong, Bill, wrong. Those things… those Satanists maybe…on the moors that night are the only unknown quantity you need to worry your sweet little head about. What was really lurking inside those Halloween costumes? That’s right, Billy, the one-in-a-billion-baby, lotsa B’s, never returned to his rightful parents.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Bill’s conscience whispered to him: Only, Billy isn’t your son, not really, and you know that but you don’t want to admit it. Billy was a baby you rescued…stole maybe…from Halloween cult freaks seven years ago, almost to the night. You talk about girls being an unknown quantity? Wrong, Bill, wrong. Those things… those Satanists maybe…on the moors that night are the only unknown quantity you need to worry your sweet little head about. What was really lurking inside those Halloween costumes? That’s right, Billy, the one-in-a-billion-baby, lotsa B’s, never returned to his rightful parents.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Seven-year-old Billy Steward was interested in subjects that were either gigantic and light-years away or under a microscope slide in his bedroom but showed no interest in anything else in between. Funnily enough, mould, Billy’s speciality, looked a lot like the interstellar planets of the Milky Way.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Extraordinary things happen in ordinary places”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel

“Because horror has taught me how to see true happiness in life.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Billy's Experiment: An Old Castle Novel