Ripper Quotes

“He knew Danny, she was a fucking chatterbox. She was always rambling on and on about music and clothes and some asshat named Chan-a-something Tater Tots.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeautifully

“This wasn't love. It was hate. And love. That fine line had been destroyed. Mutilated.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeautifully

“Pregúntate qué sientes y qué te niegas a sentir.”
― Isabel Allende, Ripper

“La vida está llena de ironías, mejor gozar lo que se tiene ahora, sin pensar en un mañana hipotético”
― Isabel Allende, Ripper

“Lo único que va a sanarte es el amor, siempre que le des cabida.”
― Isabel Allende, Ripper

“It is me. He knows it. The dollymop knows it. I know it. I am the problem. Soon I will be discovered and destroyed. I am in constant danger and yet, I am the danger...”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“The wind picks up as if to match his mood, it twists my coat so that for a moment it resembles a saw-toothed cape flying out behind me. All I need now is a garish top hat and they can call me Count Dracula.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“He'd come a rather long way to experience life within the beating heart of London. Now, stalking the streets of the Chapel, experimenting with how much such a heart can take before it stops beating altogether.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“My mind… It is a delicate veil, torn by genetics, made worse by my maker thinking his curse could mend me.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“The smallest lapse in emotion leaves me spinning, overcome with bloodlust.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“Creatures, like myself, have voices that are laced with impending peril, and yet, each and every time they succeed in hypnotising another victim.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“I swivel my back to her, my eyes gluttonous and eager to get their fill of this intimate piece of what has come to be her puzzle.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“Her blood. Gushing out, it darkens her lovely hair until each strand is as heavy as the shadows of my mind.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“My mind is blank. Yet, one word rides the Ferris wheel of my psyche, whirling around and leaving me dizzy - monster. It is unavoidable. I am a monster.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“For anyone, man or woman to desire me, it is absurd! I am nothing but a gargoyle filled with the blood of others.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“Like a kelpie the sunlight feigns innocence until it meets my skin, transforming into a sharp-toothed monster that tears away at my cold dead flesh.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“Ghost Wail Square by Stewart Stafford

There's a place that canines shun,
In The Witching Hour stark,
Dogs wandering misty avenues,
Flee from Pandora's Park.

Nicknamed Ghost Wail Square,
Once whispered as Harlot's Row,
Twilight cobblestones flooded with blood,
Extinguished collusion's glow.

Blue bloodlust inflamed there,
In scented carriages and filthy lanes,
Carnivores at the butcher's block,
As they scattered ill-gotten gains.

At Devil's Hour, the horror peaks,
Death rattle knocks on doors,
As screams for mercy fill the air,
No rescue missions for whores.

A killer sheltered 'neath potent wings,
A skittish stranger to the noose,
Then sewn mouths shall speak,
As festering skeletons slip loose.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford