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The Threshold
Drink from imagination
"Sometimes, after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardor of a lover; it embarassed me; it was hateful and yet overpowering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, "You are mine, you shall be mine, and you and I are one forever." Then she threw herself back in her chair, with her small hands over her eyes, leaving me trembling." - "Carmilla" by Joseph Sheradin le Fanu
News: March 24, 2005
More updates!
I added some more quotes to "Written in Marble"
I also added a bit more to "The Scrapbook"
News: March 22, 2005
I made some updates today. I've added some more things to the Scrapbook and a new pic to the Cemetary Gallery. There haven't been any updates in a long time, so I hope these will interest some of you.
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"Something rustled in the dark. She closed her eyes as the veil was slid off her face, blanched at the leathery fingers that touched her cheek. The thing that she would not admit, would not open her eyes to see, sighed deeply and a warm cloud of stench came over her. It smelled of long-rotten meat and her cry was muffled as the thing's papery, dry lips were pressed to her own..."
Welcome to The Threshold!
Step over The Threshold.
Dark thoughts find power here...
But the ground is unsteady and the tricks abound, so watch
your way.
Here you will find art, poetry, lore, serial killers, myth, horror, and passion.
A misunderstood beauty is here... One that cannot be found in the world about us,
clothed in the day.
Aspire to darkness.
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