Incense suffocated him like poison-gas. He fell out of the church. The void surrounding him would not tolerate a God, and no God could tolerate the void. He ran blindly, fleeing the taste which moved with him.
Ramsey Campbell, Demons by Daylight
Incense suffocated him like poison-gas. He fell out of the church. The void surrounding him would not tolerate a God, and no God could tolerate the void. He ran blindly, fleeing the taste which moved with him.
Ramsey Campbell, Demons by Daylight
Anyone who destroys more than he creates must be miserable beyond expression. Question what you see by all means, but believe in something first.
Ramsey Campbell, Demons by Daylight
Most of the narrative in the stories collected in Demons by Daylight by Ramsey Campbell occurs at night. Daylight, my ass. That’s about the level of quality here, with a few brief but truly good creepy spots that shine, in this rather mediocre repetitive-feeling collection not really worth the light needed to read the pages. I ended up finishing this out of spite, not because I cared at all for it. Publishers Weekly, with glowing blurb on the cover, was smoking crack in a gutter, if they saw any stars at all. Keep this in the dark where unpurchased things lurk, and don’t bother.
I made 11 highlights.
Originally posted on my personal blog at Demons by Daylight
“Look up there,” he said, pointing an unsteady finger at a gap in the clouds exposing the universe, a lone far frosty star. “Infinity. There must be something in all that to fill us.”
Ramsey Campbell, Demons by Daylight