“The girl looked up to the ceiling and just before she disappeared completely she spoke one last time. ‘They made him eat more flesh,’ she said. ‘Not dead flesh this time. They made him eat the flesh from something that was still alive. He ate flesh from the creature who wept at night.”

“The girl looked up to the ceiling and just before she disappeared completely she spoke one last time. ‘They made him eat more flesh,’ she said. ‘Not dead flesh this time. They made him eat the flesh from something that was still alive. He ate flesh from the creature who wept at night.”

— Frank Lambert