House of Bathory

A knife in the hands of a good man can cut bread to feed his family. A knife in the hands of malevolent man is a weapon. Anything can be good or evil,

A knife in the hands of a good man can cut bread to feed his family. A knife in the hands of malevolent man is a weapon. Anything can be good or evil, Betsy. Everything is neutral, assigned a value only in the hands of the holder.

A pause. Those pauses she always hated because she could feel him thinking, processing information. Being so rational, damn him!

…as the foremost perpetrators of this great blood crime, and in accordance with the lawful punishment for murderers, to have all the fingers on their hands, which they used as instruments in so much torture and butchering and which they dipped in the blood of Christians, torn out by the public executioner with a pair of red-hot pincers; thereafter they shall be thrown alive on the fire.

Dreams are the bridge to your unconscious mind. Your strongest urges, hopes, and fears often make an appearance while your conscious mind sleeps.

I had a photography professor once who said that if you want to capture the truth of a catastrophe, turn your back on it and photograph the emotion in the eyes and faces of the onlookers. That’s the story.

In towering letters Cicero’s words were engraved over the library entrance. Who knows only his own generation remains always a child.

Only the devil could sear thumbprints so deep in your skin.

Synchronicity? The entire universe vibrates to synchronicity, if only we can hear the rich symphony. The first strains of music, created at our beginnings, the notes wafting through space and time, gathering momentum. But it is only the attuned ear that can detect the chorus.

Synchronicity was a theory of Jung’s. It is the idea of two or more events that are apparently unrelated occurring together in a meaningful manner.

The buildings were as real yet ethereal as the abandoned shell of a cicada, clinging to a tree branch, molded by the life it once held.

The most frightening terror in the world was not ghosts, or monsters, not vampires, or any of that nonsense. The most terrifying creature in the world is a madman.

There is a phenomenon called shared dreaming. A sort of astral traveling, an out-of-body experience. Carl Jung himself believed in synchronous dreaming as part of the collective unconscious.

The task is to give birth to the old in a new time. The soul of humanity is like the great wheel of the zodiac that rolls along the way…There is no part of the wheel that does not come around again.

The winds of Transylvania in winter are cold-toothed.

TO SEE A DAISY OUT OF SEASON IS TO BE ASSAILED BY EVIL IN SOME GUISE.

Who knows only his own generation remains always a child.

You are as cold as a graveyard bone.