
The Raven by Édouard Manet, 1875.
“And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor/Shall be lifted-nevermore!”-The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven by Édouard Manet, 1875.
“And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor/Shall be lifted-nevermore!”-The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe

The Premature Burial by Harry Clarke, 1919.
“THERE are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.”-The Premature Burial, Edgar Allan Poe

Ligeia by Harry Clarke, 1919.
“I cannot, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the lady Ligeia.”-Ligeia, Edgar Allan Poe

The Black Cat by Aubrey Beardsley, 1894-1895.
“For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief.”-The Black Cat, Edgar Allan Poe

The Cask of Amontillado by Harry Clarke, 1919.
“The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best I could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.”-The Cask of Amontillado, Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. Cover illustration by Gustav Doré, 1884.
“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary”-The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe

The Fall of the House of Usher illustrated by Aubrey Beardsley, 1894-1895.
“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singular dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.”-The Fall of the House of Usher, Edgar Allan Poe

The Tell-Tale Heart by Harry Clarke. From Tales of Mystery and Imagination by Edgar Allan Poe, 1919.
“True!-nervous-very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”-The Tell-Tale Heart, Edgar Allan Poe
Halloween is not my favourite holiday because of its free pass to dress up in a ridiculous or obscure costume, drink wildly, and eat too much cheap drugstore candy (I’m looking at you, candy corn). No, Halloween is my favourite holiday because it marks the birthday of the smartest, funniest, sweetest, sexiest man I know. My husband. Lest he think that an alien has taken up residence in my brain, I will leave it at this: he is awesome, he is mine, and I love him. Oh, dear readers, how I love him!