But stories don't end. They continue as long as you're alive. You just have to get on with things. Turn the page, start a new chapter, find out what's in store for you next, and keep your fingers crossed that it's not too awful. Even if you know in your heart and soul that it most probably will be.

The thing about real life is, when you do something stupid, it normally costs you.

I know who the demon thief is - it's me!

No, thats not how it happened... Mr crepsley dropped. He was impaled on the stakes. He died. And it was awful... His cries as he writhed there, bleeding and dying, burning and screaming, will stay with me till I die. Maybe I'll even carry them with me after I go.

One of the things is that in times of severe disorder, you can't worry about the dead, only the living.

If mankind's destined to bite the bullet, let's bite it and be damned.

What are you doing?" "Looking for my fangs." "We don't grow fangs you idiot!