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“He halts and stiffens, looks in disbelief in the mirror, and looks again.”
– I Scry, flash fiction i BÊTE NOIRE MAGAZINE.

“Tiggerens mund står åben ligesom hans øjne. Blanksorte øjne som oliepøle eller som en klar nattehimmel uden stjerner.”
– Hamartano, novelle i antologien DET SKER IGEN (Forlaget Kandor).

“But the former occupants had left more than just these visible signs of use; their very souls, like tears shed over a pillow, had oozed into the woodwork and the furniture.”
– The Furnished Room, novelle i DARK MOON DIGEST.

“I had been, as it were, in the antechamber of something hitherto unknown ...”
– The Undine, novelle i INWOOD INDIANA.

“Nogle gange forekom det hende at virkeligheden tøvede mellem adskillige mulige udfald.”
– Peregrination gjennem Kjøbenhavn, novelle i en endnu unavngiven antologi fra Forlaget Ny Science Fiction.

“The cityscapes became more twisted than ever, and I was not alone anymore; the wind carried whispers, the unintelligible words of a Gnostic cult hiding among the crumbling houses and malignant zevuls above which the stars faded away one by one in a glacial blackness.”
– Architect Eyes, novelle i URBAN CTHULHU: NIGHTMARE CITIES
(H. Harksen Productions).