“And if any of them knew horror, they’d know you let the dead rest.” – Stephen Graham Jones, ‘The Angel of Indian Lake’

“Here the snow begins in your / postcards. // & black apples arrive / in the arms of a girl” – Joshua Marie Wilkinson, “The Book Of The Umbrella”

“Can’t I just like horror because it’s great? Does there have to be some big explanation?” – Stephen Graham Jones, ‘My Heart Is A Chainsaw’

“If you stand there and watch the evil, keep it in check, like, then it can’t come across.” – Stephen Graham Jones, ‘The Angel of Indian Lake’

“I can learn to be blank / saying I to abyss / in darkness my delicate “I am” / not in echo” – Dan Beachy-Quick, ‘This Nest, Swift Passerine’

“Fifty thousand ancestors…each of them a final girl. But, that’s just it, isn’t it? They were plural, not singular…” – Stephen Graham Jones, ‘Don’t Fear The Reaper’

“I dreamed the blacksnake rode the guitar / Down the river / I dreamed the clouds went by / The moon like dead fish / I dreamed I was dragging” – Frank Stanford, “The Singing Knives”

“‘You’re being paranoid,’ Jade tries to tell herself. But she doesn’t slow down any.” – Stephen Graham Jones, ‘My Heart Is A Chainsaw’

“Singing can be pretty rewarding even when you’re not that good at it.” – Matt Sharp, ‘Blue Album’ liner notes

“Must there be rain in this poem / to approximate my longing? // Then let there be rain. A greater flood. / Let us grow into creatures that survive it.” – Kenzie Allen, “Convergent Evolution”