Terrorscape Quotes

“It wasn't that she was sad—sadness had very little to do with it, really, considering that most of the time, she felt close to nothing at all. Feeling required nerves, connections, sensory input. The only thing she felt was numb. And tired. Yes, she very frequently felt tired.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Once upon a time, there was a naïve and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was a beast and beasts care not for such things, and the girl died along with her dreams.

From childhood's grave sprang a young woman, jaded before her years, who knew that beasts could wear the skins of men, and that evil could exist in sunlight, as well as darkness.

Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“We feel most alive when we are closest to death.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“You don't think I could bring myself to mark your lovely skin? I'll take my knife to you, if that's the case. I'll carve my name in your breast so that every beat of your heart will remind you that you are mine—and mine alone. Because blood is binding, and because I would rather see you destroyed than see you free or in the possession of another, so I suggest you not try me, or you will suffer as no earthly creature has.” He slammed her back against the wall. “Or ever will. But that is a suggestion, and one you are free to disregard at your own peril. But you are are going to answer my question.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Fuck your manners."

"You don't have to settle for just my manners.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“All statistics have outliers.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores; she was insanity, wrapped up in the thin, transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity; and she was afraid, because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Did you think I'd only want you once? Oh, my, you are more naïve than I thought. Why would I go through so much trouble for a mere tryst? Does a man ride a stallion but one time before condemning it to the abattoir?”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Understanding did not provide solace or make the pain go away; in many ways, understanding was just more salt in the emotional wound. Ignorance allowed one to fight back with unfettered cruelty. Understanding inspired empathy, which led to guilt, as well as suffering.

She looked at Gavin, supine, unconcerned, contented, and thought that perhaps there was something to being a sociopath. If you didn't have a heart, it couldn't be broken.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Why did this keep happening? Why her? Perhaps there was some pheromone certain people omitted, perceivable only on a wavelength unique to those individuals who preyed on them.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“If you don't feel the same way about him, if you're just leading him on, you need to tell him that. I've seen too many nice guys get shafted because a girl can't get over some jerk.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Hatred is about possession. It is all-consuming, cruel, and vainglorious. When love is allowed to fester, it becomes twisted and corrupt; it settles deep in the heart...and metastasizes, sending its dark roots through the body to raze all that stands in its way. Love is chaste and pure. Love is banal....No, hatred has infinitely more possibilities.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“That's how it started: a series of small hurts and excuses between two people that built up slowly, widening over time to form a vast and yawning divide.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Death is one lover who cannot be spurned.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“We're all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks…damsels.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“When we mated I felt your heart stop beating and it was as if the world had stopped turning. It was only while surrounded by death that I realized I had never felt more alive.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Nobody wants to believe that existence carries on without at least taking a stumble from their departure of this world.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“What is art, if not an excuse to be adventurous?”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“How easy it would be for a lamb to lose herself in the eyes of a wolf that first time. She would be unprepared. She would be frightened. Her little heart would pound. Blood would flow to her limbs. Her breathing would catch—and quicken. Perhaps the wolf would consume her. I think in most cases, he would. Yes. But this lamb possesses something that arouses his curiosity—and makes him hunger for something more than flesh or blood. And so the wolf lay with the lamb.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Ask yourself what a man without guile might do to your body in the dark.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Now she knew living was just a brief hiatus, a blip really, in the infinite line of nothingness that composed that shadowy realm of the unknown. It could stop at any time.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Words were the bane of her existence. She drowned in them when all she wanted was silence, only to have them recede when one desperately-sought phrase would be the key to her salvation. Most things were like that: excess in times of abundance, and shortages in times of dearth. Life, she realized, was an unbalanced scale, and would never weigh in one's favor, struggle as one might.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“He acted like a libertine of Europe with a genteel Southern propriety—and had all the morals of an emotionless psychopath. The two former masked the latter, like leaves covering a snare. You didn't notice the steel jaws until they were impaled in your flesh, and by then it was already far too late to run.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Scream for me, my flower.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Lisa blamed Twilight, and the preconceived notions about men (especially dangerous men) that it tended to form in the impressionable adolescent mind.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Don't tell me it's going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fucker's pinata!”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“And so the wolf lay with the lamb.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“Plus ca change, c'est la meme chose.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape