Showing results for "Slow Burn" in Horror

No good ever comes from a red-head in a stolen dress with her worldly possessions at her feet. I should have known she was trouble when smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she challenged me to a game. She may have won my watch, but she started a war. As she slipped my Breitling off my wrist and onto her own, she gleefully announced she was the luckiest girl in the world. Yeah, lucky to everyone but me.

My world is on fire, and I’m obsessed with the girl who lit the match. Bloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise. My gentlemanly façade is nothing but a memory. My sins are seeping through my shirt like ink. I tried to leave her. Couldn’t do it. I tried to snuff the life out of her. Couldn’t do that, either. So we’ll slow dance in the flames until I’m nothing but ash and embers. I’ll only rise like a phoenix when she’s gone. The problem is, I’d never let her go.

A prostitute's client in Dallas. A jogger in El Paso. A pastor in Louisiana. Across the South and Southwest, middle-aged men are bursting into flames. In the Office of Environmental Hazards, one man is on the case. His initial observations point to something in the drinking water. But intelligence agents suspect something much more ominous: terrorism.

The kingdom of Cansere is on the brink of war. Young men are conscripted from their homes, and a royal decree from the queen has made healing the only legal form of craftlock. Nym, a healer and beekeeper, is the sole provider for her family of seven now that her younger brother has been sent to the war front. But when a letter comes from the queen, summoning Nym to the palace to heal Prince Renn, the kingdom’s ailing shut-in, Nym finds herself making the tumultuous journey from her family’s apiary to the capital city.

Mein Name ist Ava Clark und ich bin nur noch wenige Evolutionsrückschritte von einer Amöbe entfernt. Warum? Das ist eine komplizierte Geschichte, aber sie fängt damit an, dass ich einen richtig guten G Punkt Job bekommen habe. Nicht was ihr denkt. G steht für Götter und für sie zu arbeiten ist das beste oder das schlimmste was einem heutzutage passieren kann. Vor allem wenn du auf einen Gott wie Alexander triffst, der sehr gut darin ist, einem den gesunden Menschenverstand auszuknipsen. Die neuen Götter stehen absolut in keiner Verbindung zu den alten von früher.

Inspired by an incident recounted to him by a friend, this ghost story by Henry James is often regarded as one of the best of its genre and is all the more haunting because of its understatement. A governess hired to take care of two small children at a country estate soon finds herself beleaguered by the shadowy apparitions of a man and a woman who once worked there.