And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.
An evil for these times destined to move through the world in handsome human guise.
"You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" he was saying. "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!"
Your quest is for darkness only. This sea is not your sea. The myths of men are not your myths. Men's treasures are not yours.
I stumble through a carnival of horrors
... what I fear in writing is the safe decision.