Rick Yancey
Rick Yancey
Richard "Rick" Yancey is an American author who has gained acclaim for his works of suspense, fantasy, and science fiction aimed at young adults...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 November 1962
CityMiami, FL
CountryUnited States of America
feelings hated cursed
She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all
knives drs fingers
Dr. Warthrop chopped off my finger with a butcher knife.
waiting may empty
Perhaps God waits for us to be empty, so he may fill us with himself.
girl color apples
And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime. That is not the color of red at all.
running odds advice
A word of advice, Will Henry. When a person of the female gender says she wants to show you something, run the other way. The odds are it is not something you wish to see.
shapes flesh size
But monsters, I now know, come in all shapes and sizes, and only their appetite for human flesh defines them.
children lying believe
Could there be irony crueler than this? How, upon his rescue, the truth had brought him here, to a house for the mad, for only a madman believes what every child knows to be true: There are monsters that lie in wait under our beds.
stars memories august
The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long.
bait hunters
We are the hunters---and we are also the bait.
enemy poison assumption
Our enemy is fear. Blinding, reason-killing fear. Fear consumes the truth and poisons all the evidence, leading us to false assumptions and irrational conclusions.
children real monsters
Yes, my dear child, monsters are real. I happen to have one hanging in my basement.
self centeredness pity
Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form.
drinking men doctors
The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.
becoming leaving-me please
Please, do not leave me, Will Henry. I would not survive it. You were nearly right. What Mr. Kendall was, I am always on the brink of becoming. And you - I do not pretend to know how or even why - but you pull me back from the precipice. You are the one... You are the one thing that keeps me Human.