I sometimes like the pictures photographers take of me.
Blood is drawn! I am impressed-though my hell-spawned powers will heal it! Besides. . . next to giving pain my favourite sport's to feel it.
Reverse Darwinism: survival of the most idiotic.
Well, the world has changed so radically, and we're all running to catch up. I don't want to jump to any conclusions, but look: Dinosaurs and man, two species separated by sixty-five million years of evolution have just been suddenly thrown back into the mix together. How can we possibly have the slightest idea what to expect?
It hurts! It throbs with pain, the like of which I never felt the half! Mortal flesh would scream again. . . yet demon spirit bids to laugh
I don't know where hell is. . . another dimension, perhaps, or another plane of reality. As for getting there. . . it's a choice between sinning and being tricked by demons It's a plane of evil. . . despair. . . and magic of the foulest kind.
Demons don't play by the rules. They lie and they cheat and they stab in the back.
Enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate.
Gabe?" The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. "There could be love", Jonas whispered.
It is good knowing that glasses are to drink from; the bad thing is not to know what thirst is for.
Opportunities are not often wanting where inclination goes before.