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“There is nothing wrong with being a monster.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy

“You must be particularly kind to people. Other kids can act like monsters, but not you.”
― Holly Black, The Lost Sisters

“Better to have a human cause for this horror. Something that could be understood by all, explained easily, brought to justice.”
― Victor LaValle, Lone Women

“Perseus wore a magic cap so that the monsters he hunted down might not see him. We draw the magic cap down over our own eyes and ears so as to deny that there are any monsters.”
― Karl Marx, Capital: A Critique of Political Economy, Volume 3

“All heroes could be monsters. They just choose not to be.”
― Jeffrey Fry

“I’m going to take you someplace dark and damp where good people don’t go. I’m going to introduce you to monsters. Real ones. I’m going to tell you stories about hurting people, and if you like those stories, it means you’re bad.”
― Christopher Buehlman, The Lesser Dead

“In fact, humans are not different from the monsters of the outside world. It's just that because of the brain's flexibility, they give their various actions self-deluding meanings. Humans are just one kind of ordinary animal. They are born like all other lives, and they are also on the cusp of extinction just like all other lives.”
― Shisi, Little Mushroom: Revelations

“She would not cry in front of this man who had torn her world apart. She would wait for an opportunity and kill him.”
― Rati Mehrotra, Night of the Raven, Dawn of the Dove

“A spiritual warrior accepts his punishment with the same indifference that he accepts his reward.”
― Rati Mehrotra, Night of the Raven, Dawn of the Dove

“I saw him assess the field ahead- and transform.

The talons came first. Replacing fingers and feet. Then dark scales or perhaps feathers, I couldn't get a look at them, covered his legs, his arms, his chest. His body contorted, bones and muscles growing and shifting.

The beast form Rhys had kept hidden. Never liked to unleash.

Unless it was dire enough to do so.

Before the Cauldron swept me away, I beheld what happened to his head, his face.

It was a thing of nightmares. Nothing human or Fae in it. It was a creature that lived in black pits and only emerged at night to hunt and feast. That face... it was those creatures that had been carved into the rock of the Court of Nightmares. That made up his throne. The throne not only a representation of his power... but of what lurked within. And with the wings...

Hybern soldiers began fleeing.

Helion beheld what happened and ran, too- but towards Rhys.

Shifting as well.

If Rhys was a flying terror crafted from shadows and cold moonlight, Helion was his daytime equivalent.

Gold feathers and shredding claws and feathered wings-

Together, my mate and the High Lord of Day unleashed themselves upon Hybern.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“At the end of day we'd all do whatever it takes to survive. I suppose that's what's so scary about humans; we're all just animals with the possibility of higher intelligence. Combine that with bad morals and you have a monster.”
― Oli Marque, Tomorrow’s Loss

“Sunlit bazaars in exotic cities thronged with faces that were transparent masks for insectoid countenances; moonlit streets in antique towns harbored a strange-eyed slithering within their very stones; dim galleries of empty museums sprouted a ghostly mold that mirrored the sullen hues of old paintings; the land at the edge of oceans gave birth to a new evolution transcending biology and remote islands offered themselves as a haven for forms having no analogy outside of dreams; jungles teemed with beast-like shapes that moved beside the sticky luxuriance as well as through the depths of its pulpy warmth; deserts were alive with an uncanny flux of sounds which might enter and animate the world of substance; and subterranean landscapes heaved with cadaverous generations that had sunken and merged into sculptures of human coral, bodies heaped and unwhole, limbs projecting without order, eyes scattered and searching the darkness.”
― Thomas Ligotti, Grimscribe: His Lives and Works

“I did something wrong and ruined him. I made him into a monster.”
“I doubt that very much. From what Mrs. Shelley said, you made a human being. And human beings, are, by nature, monstrous.”
― Mackenzi Lee, This Monstrous Thing

“They were preparing for a time of monsters, it seemed to me, but the monsters were only the neighbors, maybe even their friends.”
― Karen Thompson Walker, The Age of Miracles

“Если он монстр, то я его создатель”
― SenLinYu, Manacled

“Sometimes the worst monsters are just the people around us, pretending to care while baring their teeth.”
― Kaida Nevemore

“and she will throw apart concrete to find me,
will raze these buildings to the ground
with a smile on her face and the smell of my sweat
teasing her tongue”
― Elizabeth Train-Brown, Salmacis: Becoming Not Quite a Woman

“In a different lifetime, he would have been able to hold her every day. He would have been able to kiss her, and dote upon her, and listen to her every thought. He wanted it for this lifetime, too.

But she was a rising priestess, and he, a monster.”
― Eli Hinze, The Wretched Spy

“Each year, the church hosted a Family Fun Night in the fellowship hall as a trick-or-treating alternative for kids. Superheroes and fairy princesses were encouraged; goblins and zombies were not allowed through the doors. Bernice didn't know when it had happened, but evidently, many of the church folk in Savage Crossing believed Halloween was the gateway to Hell.... Bernice looked forward to giving candy to the cute neighborhood kids dressed as green-faced witches and vampires wearing plastic fangs. Kids (and church people) would be better off if they understood superheroes weren't real, and monsters often lurked in unexpected places.”
― Talya Tate Boerner, Bernice Runs Away

“You know, Eris,' he said, a hand wrapping around the doorknob. 'I think you might be a decent male, deep down, trapped in a terrible situation.' He looked over his shoulder and found Eris's gaze blazing again. But only pity stirred in his chest, pity for a male who had been born into riches, but had been destitute in every way that truly mattered. In every way that Cassian had been blessed- blessings that were now overflowing.

So Cassian said, 'I grew up surrounded by monsters. I've spent my existence fighting then. And I see you, Eris. You're not one of them. Not even close. I think you might even be a good male.' Cassian opened the door, turning from Eris's curled lip. 'You're just too much of a coward to act like one.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“It's the kind of story that people tell. There are monsters in this world, to be sure, but there are a sight more storytellers.”
― Gerald Morris, The Squire, His Knight, and His Lady

“When it comes to the high seas, not all monsters lurk beneath the surface.”
― Karina Halle, A Ship of Bones & Teeth

“I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents. Some you can see, misshapen and horrible, with huge heads or tiny bodies; some are born with no arms, no legs some with three arms, some with tails or mouths in odd places. They are accidents and no one's fault, as used to be thought. Once they were considered the visible punishment for concealed sins.

And just as there are physical monsters, can there not be mental or psychic monsters born? The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents. Some you can see, misshapen and horrible, with huge heads or tiny bodies; some are born with no arms, no legs, some with three arms, some with tails or mouths in odd places. They are accidents and no one's fault, as used to be thought. Once they were considered the visible punishment for concealed sins.

And just as there are physical monsters, can there not be mental or psychic monsters born? The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“The father who was stressed that his boy was away was readying himself to follow him to where he assumed the boy was going, to the log cabin until he heard that howling. He hastens to leave the house and that howling he’s certain was his son’s.”
― Cladennis U. De Leon, Into the Gateway: Predators' Kingdom

“But the wavering and finding of the realm door didn’t give him much of his expectation, and his long waiting and wondering turned into some more horrific. He had experienced the perception of something’s presence but couldn’t identify what could be around, he knew something in the dark is watching over him, and once encountered a streak of red glow. He was snatched from behind, a big jaw that gripped his shoulder, he had the chance to catch a glimpse of the strong beast, but his fear of the encounter shut him to unawareness and unconsciousness. Zenie boy was dragged like a rag doll farther from the original spot where the realm door had emerged...but unaware to both the beast and
the boy, the realm door emerges again.”
― Cladennis U. De Leon

“Dr. Zendre Joshu has no clue what to do once he’s inside the next kingdom to be in transpose. It’s the Deadly! The howling wind and intermittent thunderclap are perceptibly loud and every time sparks of thunder skip through, entities of malevolence in shadows and silhouettes awaited him to step into. At first glance of the inside, a very striking disgust painted his face! He was about to enter when his wife halted him from his back, holding his shoulder. Mia is calm, unlike Dr. Zendre who is tense turned to face his wife expecting he might get a specific answer from her. Zendre saw the glow in her face looking at the next kingdom that has transposed inside the realm door, she pointed at it. It’s the Predators’ kingdom.”
― Cladennis U. De Leon, Into the Gateway: Predators' Kingdom

“With rare exceptions, the zombie ushers in a postapocalyptical scenario of a world overrun by the undead, in which new forms of existence are in the foreground. In the contemporary menagerie of monsters, the zombie stands out: no other monster so thoroughly embodies the end of the existing world.”
― Tim Lanzendörfer, Books of the Dead: Reading the Zombie in Contemporary Literature

“What good are stories when the monsters are real?”
― Lili Wilkinson, A Hunger of Thorns

“He’d sell out his whole species just to be the last gyle standing?” Ambrose tried to picture the human equivalent, and it was chilling to imagine anyone so coldly sociopathic. That was the sort of gyle they were riding to meet: a monster among monsters.”
― Emily Brandish, Monsters & Mind Games