Celine Frohn

Eighteen contemporary queer Gothic stories guaranteed to captivate and thrill the reader.

A Queer Gothic Anthology

Unspeakable

Larissa Campos

Melisandre's heart nearly freezes in a terrible moment of selfish hope. The hair will catch Tom. She will remain in the tower-caught, cursed, yes, but.. not alone. She'll be with someone who knows who she truly is. Someone to talk to.

"Where are you going, Tom?" They shrug, grinning. "Somewhere."

"Would... would you mind if I came along?"

The grin deepens as they flush. "It's all I could ever have hoped for," they say softly, shyly, gazing up at her.

"I am happy. To be here. To be with you. Are you happy, too?"

"I shall always be happy so long as you are." It was the truth, plain and simple. That which lurked beneath the simplicity need not be mentioned.

"Then that is all we need." The smile that Nina gave her was enough to halt the worry gnawing at her. A delicate kiss dispelled it further, cold lips gently pressed against warm ones, trying to say the things that could not be said. How long it lasted was unknown to them; it felt like a second and a lifetime all at once. All Adanna knew was that when it ended, it still felt too soon. Perhaps that was simply what love was. Always too much and always too little.

The white door - Lindsay King-Miller (o melhor conto do livro) 

I need a companion." She smiled and took another step toward me. "You make such a beautiful bride." Lucy was directly in front of me now. The tip of my knife touched her skin, just above the plunging neckline of her down, dimpling her pale skin. Her smile grew larger. Impossibly large.

So wide and dark I could have fallen into it headlong.

This close, there is a glint to them that I didn’t notice before. It’s as if someone stole all of the stars from the night sky and condensed them into the dark orbs of her eyes. I am at the mercy of her gaze.

Nothing screams spooky season more than queer gothic little stories 

Although she was prone to joking, and her speech was peppered with good natured laughter, at times Henry sensed a profound sadness about her.

As they had walked, Marion had read aloud. They had fallen into the habit of sharing interesting passages.

Not knowing better, I believed everything he told me about myself, the warmth of being known tempering the pain of being revealed as a monster.

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