And it was there that things began to go odd for me, that the world I thought I knew took a dark turn, and I began to see that all I had thought I knew I knew not at all. “Dapplegrim” by Brian Evenson
But, as I had argued to myself at the time, we were all of us compromised, we were all of us doing things we would regret and not repeat. “The Process” by Brian Evenson
There was a slow inexorability to it, the sense that it was a story moving steadily closer to something that it would be very bad ever to reach. “The Second Boy” by Brian Evenson
Which made him feel that he should hold himself very still, that he should be very careful about what he said, that if he breathed wrong more parts of the world would disappear. “Windeye” by Brian Evenson
Now, alone in the darkness and the silence, miles from Leeds, you have a hard time remembering, but you know it felt right at that time. “Leaving Leeds” by Brian Evenson