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“On these dark-blue waves, it is the sea who is judge, jury, and executioner. This is another realm, where forgiveness doesn’t exist as on land and where spirits do not find freedom among the clouds. Here, they ride the currents of forever.”
― Calvin Demmer, The Sea Was a Fair Master

“The panic crawled throughout his limbs like a million tiny newborn spiders.”
― Calvin Demmer, Happy Dark Year

“The guilt ate away at her core like maggots feasting on the freshly dead.”
― Calvin Demmer, The Town That Feared Dusk

“He could appreciate her beauty; if he spent time to get to know her, he may even have fallen for her inner allure, but such feelings lived in days gone by.”
― Calvin Demmer, Faster

“My old man used to say one must be careful not to become that which they run from.”
― Calvin Demmer, Faster

“The darkness returned. Was there hope? No. Its embrace wasn’t here to strangle the light from others. It had come for me, and its hold would be eternal.”
― Calvin Demmer, Through the Ravenous Night We Ride

“Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. This had been the pattern I’d been performing forâ€� the length of time escaped me. Ahead of me, a man performed the same hypnotized march. I couldn’t say why I trailed him, nor could I recall when I’d begun to. It simply had to be. So, time had become immeasurable and my actions perplexing. Yet I continued: right foot, left foot.”
― Calvin Demmer, Red

“The sea was a fair master. The crew and I were like everyone else. We had our smokes and booze. We had our notebooks and harmonicas. We sang, we gossiped, and we dreamed.”
― Calvin Demmer, The Sea Was a Fair Master

“I could see the outlines of something beginning to form, but before anything clear truly emerged, a new shapeless heap replaced it.”
― Calvin Demmer, Red

“He remembered the time they stood on his bed after making love and danced, holding each other as they swayed to a symphony of silence.”
― Calvin Demmer, Dying Valentine

“These were no ordinary celebrations. The world, devoid of color, embraced a somber gray tone, and no sunlight dared to pierce the clouds overhead. A chill in the air caressed Brad’s skin as he searched within for some hope that this was just a nightmare he would awaken from. Nothing but a void of despair presented itself, and still the people rejoiced. No, these weren’t ordinary celebrations. They were dark celebrations.”
― Calvin Demmer, Dark Celebrations