As the Roman Empire came to its close, all the old gods of the pagan world were seen as demons by the Christians who rose. It was useless to tell them as the centuries passed that their Christ was but another God of the Wood, dying and rising, as Dionysus or Osiris had done before him, and that the Virgin Mary was in fact the Good Mother again enshrined. Theirs was a new age of belief and conviction, and in it we became devils, detached from what they believed, as old knowledge was forgotten or misunderstood.

All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.

Re-telling the Christian story is the essence of my vocation. That has been going on since the Evangelists in one form or another.

The old gods will bring about vengeance not so much because they exist but because I once honored them.

I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste.

Your love to others, and their love for you, that the increase of love in life itself around you, is what matters.

I will write things, he was thinking. I will write something meaningful and wonderful someday. I can do that. And I'll dedicate it to you because you're the first person who ever made me think I could.