The door looked ancient and comically out of place, just like everything else about the shop, and so did the lock on it.
— Zachery Miller, The Shopkeep: A Morbid Tale #1
“Dust thou art to dust returnest, Wadsworth’s verse came to my mind, like a stray autumn leaf, making its way with the winding path of the fall wind.”

“An insidious melody reminiscent of an ice-cream truck from when she was a child began resounding from the start of the lane.”
