Kernel grins. To the death, Master Grady? To the death, Master Fleck, I grin back.Then we both say together, But not ours!
The demons were scary, but girls - Well, girls are really terrifying
This world was made to be cloaked in gray.It wouldn’t feel natural if the sun shone brightly all the time.
I bite off the fingers and spit them out. Lord Loss screams obligingly. One of the snakes digs its fangs into my bald skull and rips out a chunk of flesh. I snatch the snake from its heartless home an...
I don't like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I'll take it. You'll never be able to t...
I know that no matter how lonely I get, I'll never be truly alone again. Our loved ones don't leave us. They just move out of sight for a while, and wait...in the shades.
Man wasn't made to share the universe with gods. Their ways are not meant for the humble likes of us. But we've decoded some of their secrets regardless. Like worms, we've grabbed on to the talons of...
You stole from a member of the undead
Better not to start down a wrong path at all than head down it in the hope of making a detour when something better came along.
Her fear was infectious, and though I was too young to truly know terror, I felt it in my heart and trembled.
What use was money if you didn't have the time to enjoy it?
The pair smiled desperately at one another. And for the first time ever, despite the fact that everyone he knew - even the gods themselves - would condemn him for it, Jebel didn't think of Tel Hesani...
I won't die. I won't give those ghouls the pleasure. I'll live and grow strong. I'll escape, then hunt them down and make them suffer.
I used to imagine the spider creeping down, crawling into my mouth, sliding down my throat, and laying loads of eggs in my belly. The Baby spiders would hatch after a while and eat me alive, from the...
Those who hate are doomed to become slaves to their hatred. It consumes them like a disease, but it is an illness they cannot–or do not want to–live without.
The hunger inside us must be fed to be controlled.
Childhood is the purest state. The pure of heart never leave it behind. Their life merely takes them on a cirtuitous route away from, and then back to it.
Beranabus murmurs, face crinkling. Most humans know nothing of true warfare. They wage their silly territorial battles, kill each other ruthlessly and freely, and consider themselves experts on war an...
Throw up whatever's making you sick, Darren, he said, then get your behind back in here.
It was an age of tragic mistakes.