𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖: You once told me that the greatest gift you ever gave me was your sight.

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑: Yes.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖: W-Would you be... willing to give that to me again?

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑: I would much prefer... (The King gasps.) To hear the world described in the way you see it. It's a cold, drab place, but you've always tended to make it sound brighter.

• — Malevolent part 58

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❝I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the lake of Hali; and my mind will bear for ever the memory of the Pallid Mask. I pray God will curse the writer, as the writer has cursed the world with this beautiful, stupendous creation, terrible in its simplicity, irresistible in its truth—a world which now trembles before the King in Yellow.❞

• — Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow

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❝I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last. AM will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ... AM has won, simply ... he has taken his revenge ...

I have no mouth. And I must scream.❞

• — Harlan Ellison, I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream