The Devouring (The Devouring #1)

By Simon Holt; Published In 2008
Genres: Horror, Young Adult, Fantasy, Paranormal
Being scared is practice for being scared.

Cuando lo oscuridad se desliza y se traga la luz, entierra tus miedos e nla Noche de los Lamentos porque, en la shoras más negras del invierno los Voradores celebran su festín. Nadie podrá ver la vida que robarón; tu cuerpo sigue aquí, pero tu alma ya no..."

"Merodean en el frío y la oscuridad
Hambrientos y traviesos
Esperan su oportunidad para devorar
a los débiles en la Nochde los Lamentos
Es entonces cuando los voradores emprenden su festín con los miedos.
Tus miedos. Y roban tu alma,
Pero tu cuerpo permanece...y nadie nota la diferencia"

"Los Voradores nos rodean
Usan nuestros nombres y caras, pero no son nosotros.
Lo más peligroso es cuando nos dicen: "No hay nada de que asustarse..." En realidad, es mucho lo que viene por temer"

"Una vez que se ha ido, no hay regreso.
Una vez dentro, no hay salida.
En lo oscuro permanecerá, perdido por siempre, entre el miedo y la duda"

"Su miedo te ha devorado, él se quedará aquí para siempre

Devour your fear.

Fear is the cancer

Good.I need you to be scared.Very,very scared.And then you'll never be scared again.

If you didn't believe in the possibility, you wouldn't have challenged these creatures. And the minute you start to believe in something, it begins to have power over you.

If you dont know learn how to be scared, you'll never really learn how to be brave.

If you don't learn how to be scared, you'll never really learn how to be brave.

I know a secret,and secrets breed paranoia.

Lusty blacksmiths and naughty princesses. Now that's scary

Surrender to your fear so you may triumph over it.

Surrender to your fear so you may triumph over it.Choose me,open you soul to me, and embrace the Devouring.

They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.

We all have a dark side, Reggie. You. Me. The old lady down the street. Henry. Everyone. We make the choice not to embrace it, but the dark is there. It's always there. Inside us.

We can always count on people to hate and to fear.To harm one another and to be harmed.To kill and be killed.It is what opens the gate.

What? Quinn's one of them? I just thought he was an a*shole!

What’s the old saying? Ah, I remember now. ‘Curiosity flayed the cat alive, ripped it apart limb from limb, and listened to it scream before it killed it.’ That’s the one.

When dark creeps in and eats the light,
Bury your fears on Sorry Night.
For in the winter's blackest hours,
Comes the feasting of the Vours,
No one can see it, the life they stole,
Your body's here but not your soul...

When darkness comes and eats the light,
bury your fears on sorry night.
Because in the winter's darkest hours,
comes the feasting of the Vours.
You cannot see it, the life they stole.
Your body's there, but not your soul.

You taste like ass.