Books of Blood: Volumes 1-6

by Clive Barker

  It was a great relief to tell the story. Not because he wanted to be remembered, but because the telling relieved him of the tale. It no longer belonged to him, that life, that death. He had better business, as did they all. Roads to travel; splendours to drink down. He felt the landscape widen. Felt the air brightening.

  What the boy had said was true. The dead have highways.

  Only the living are lost.