There is nothing so actively alive as the dead.
...his eyes lit up and glowed red against the dark bulk of it. A moment they remained so ... then they soared up, phosphorescently opalescent, with a predominance of red, like two sinful dead planets escaping from Hell.
It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.
It was such a heavenly dream: dreamed between the reality of war and the reality of hereditary madness.
There is nothing more harrowing than a deadly hush with the feel of a great noise around it
