#GrimLitFriday Hans went into the stable, cut out all the calves' and sheep's eyes, and threw them in Gretel's face. Then Gretel became angry, tore herself loose and ran away, and was no longer the bride of Hans. Clever Hans, Brothers Grimm.

“Dear shepherd, blowing on my bone, Hear my song, for I want you to know My brothers killed me years ago! They buried me by the brook that flows." The Brothers Grimm, The Singing Bone #GrimLitFriday

"'Heads Off!' cried he; and with the word the traitors' heads fell before him, and Heinel was once more king of the Golden Mountain." The King of the Golden Mountain Brothers Grimm #GrimLitFriday

🖤🖤🖤 #GrimLitFriday "Let me out! Let me out!" it cried anew, and the scholar thinking no evil, drew the cork out of the bottle. Immediately a spirit ascended from it, and began to grow, and grew so fast that in a very few moments he stood before the scholar, a terrible fellow

Yesterday's walk. The wee newborns are the first I've seen this season. Poor things have nearly the whole winter to get through and the weather turned nasty within an hour of me taking that photo.

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#GrimLitFriday #bookchatweekly "I have lost my name to the sick, those who cough and glisten with fever. I am not as human as I once was." Lauren DeStefano, Fever.

“Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan.” John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale #GrimLitFriday

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The Thing cannot be described - there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. The Call Of Cthulhu HP Lovecraft #GrimLitFriday Art: Diana Franco

I was ill. I remembered now that I had been prostrated by a sudden fever, and that my family had told me that in my periods of delirium I had constantly cried out for liberty and air.... An Inhabitant of Carcosa - Ambrose Bierce #GrimLitFriday

'in the tranquillity she imparted there was an alloy of inexpressible sadness.... and when, having done speaking, she breathed a little fast and coughed a short cough, I momentarily forgot my own sorrows to yield to a vague concern for her.' C. Bronte, Jane Eyre #GrimLitFriday

#GrimLitFriday #Bookchatweekly "The fog was not merely a physical phenomenon; it was a living, sentient entity, an extension of some malevolent will, and it had come for them all." James Herbert, The Fog.

A city deranged, a shadowscape of desolation and the lost. Crazed citizens in delirium, heedless of the damage and its cost. Neil G #GrimLitFriday art: Design-by-Humans

"What with the passing bell, and the torches when there's a burial, and all them graves laying so quiet when there's no one about: only they say there's lights — don't you never see no lights, Master Poole?" M R James, There Was a Man Dwelt by a Churchyard #GrimLitFriday

And so, all the night-tide, I lay down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride In her sepulchre there by the sea - In her tomb by the side of the sea. Annabel Lee - E A Poe Isle of the Dead painting - A Bocklin #GrimLitFriday

#GrimLitFriday #bookchatweekly "The thing's eyes, wide and white, stared up at him from the pool of blood, and in their depths he saw his own reflection, distorted and terrified." The Pond, Thomas Ligotti.

"There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery." Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim #GrimLitFriday #bookchatweekly