… the trick, the skill entailed in this delightful necromantic conjuring of things gone by is not, as might be thought, in crafting work as good as the work that inspired it really was, but in the more demanding task of crafting work as good as everyone remembers the original as being.
It’s a perfect night for mystery and horror. The air itself is filled with monsters.
B.P.R.D.: Hell on Earth #115 (Mignola variant cover)
I am here for The Other. I am here for whatever form of monstrousness or freakishness the filmmakers can provide, be it Blob, Thing, Werewolf, Vampire, Alien, Zombie, Patchwork Corpse Animated by Lightning, etc. It is the creature that stands at the center of horror movies, not those who have made it their business to bring the beast down.
All I do in life is for monsters.
Dark Horse Presents #31, cover by Mike Mignola
For these beings, fall is the only normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond.
Where do they come from? The dust.
Where do they go? The grave.
Does blood stir their veins? No, the night wind.
What ticks in their head? The worm.
What speaks through their mouth? The toad.
What sees from their eye? The snake.
What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars.
They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles—breaks.
Such are the autumn people.
Isn’t that the job of all great art, to kick open doors to light and shadow and let us view something that otherwise we might not see?
Abe Sapien: Dark and Terrible & The New Race of Man