...there are more terrifying monstrosities in the world than Anthropophagi. Monstrosities who, with a smile and a comforting pat on the head, are willing to sacrifice a child upon the altar of their own overweening ambition and pride.
~ Rick Yancey
Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.
The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long.
Yes, my dear child, monsters are real. I happen to have one hanging in my basement.
