Have you ever watched a professional dancer do things with flesh and bone you didn’t realize were possible? Like you would hurt yourself if you tried it?

Cassandra Khaw does that with words

Read A SONG FOR QUIET now, friends

You can read this one next year
I do not know what this is about yet but:

“The manor seemed to breathe in, drinking her promise. I could tell we all noticed it, all at once, but instead of hightailing it, we bent our heads like this was a baptism.”

SPOOKY HOUSE ALERT! I am so here for this
This is just A PHRASE in a sentence but I have never seen sepulcher used as a verb before and it is metal as heck and NEW to me so it’s part of why I love reading her stuff—I am always surprised:

“...the past was so sepulchered in poor choices...”

poetic af
This is great.

“Every wall in the building was lavish with corroding artwork of the yokai: kappa and two-tailed nekomatas; kitsune cowled like housewives, bartering with egrets for fresh fish. Domesticity as interpreted through the lens of the demonic.”

Aww yeah, spooky house!
Oh crap they already know the house is haunted with all these folks buried in the walls and they are there for a WEDDING in the HAUNTED MANSION and I have read Cassandra Khaw books before so I already know there will be so much blood and I CANNOT WAIT THIS IS SO RAD
Two women in the house:
“I hope the house eats you.”
“I hope the same about you.”

folx if you know you are in a house that eats people you don’t just hope it eats someone else, you make sure it doesn’t eat YOU by checking into a holiday inn express

Get out of the hongry haus
Just kidding please stay in the hongry haus because I want to see who it eats first

I just love shouting at people in scary situations to do the smart thing and not die, like there’s a chance my shouting could save them when their fate is already written
“The ceiling ripened with bodies...”

Holy biscuits y’all, this house
Starts romantically, ends goth af

“I thought of Nadia and her sighs, one for every season, the drop of a paisley summer dress along the back of her knees, the breeze in her dark hair, how the dead would suckle the memories from her marrow and be warm for a moment on that.”
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