Author: Caitlin Kittredge
Cites
- H. P. Lovecraft (4)
- IN: The Mirrored Sword (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness...
FROM: From Beyond, (1934), Short Story, US
- IN: The Mirrored Shard (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.
FROM: From Beyond, (1934), Short story, US
- IN: The Iron Thorn (2011) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: The moon is dark,
and the gods dance in the night;
there is terror in the sky,
for upon the moon hath sunk an eclipse
foretold in no books of men.
FROM: "The Other Gods", (1933), Short story, US
- IN: The Nightmare Garden (2012) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Man rules now where They ruled once;
They shall soon rule where man rules now.
After summer is winter, and after winter summer.
They wait patient and potent,
for here shall They reign again.
FROM: The Dunwich Horror, (1929), Short story, US
- Robert Johnson (2)
- IN: Black Dog (2014) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Blues falling down like hail
Blue falling down like hail
And the day keeps on worryin' me
There's a hellhound on my trail.
FROM: Hellhound on my trail, (1961), Song, NULL
- IN: Grim Tidings (2016) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: You may bury my body
Ooh, down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit
Can catch a Greyhound bus and ride
FROM: Me and the Devil Blues, (1938), Song, US
- The Poor Dead Bastards (1)
- IN: Demon Bound (2009) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Listen to the army march across my coffin lid
Fire in the east and sunrise in the west
I’m just a dead man, walking with the rest
FROM: Dead Man Marching, (None), NULL, NULL
- Charles “Tex” Watson (1)
- IN: Devil's Business (2011) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: I am the devil, and I’m here to do the devil’s business.
FROM: Charles “Tex” Watson, member of the Manson Family, (1969), Speech, US
- John Milton (1)
- IN: Soul Trade (2012) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: With impetuous recoil, and jarring sound,
Th’ infernal doors, and on their hinges grate
Harsh thunder, that the lowest bottom shook
Of Erebus. She open’d, but to shut
Excell’d her pow’r; the gates wide open stood.
FROM: Paradise Lost, (1667), Poem, UK
- Charles Dickens (1)
- IN: Street Magic (2009) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.
FROM: Our Mutual Friend, (1865), Novel, UK