The hands of Fate keep time on a heart-shaped watch." - Harkat Mulds(The Trials of Death)

For a long time that's all I could do, howl and scream and cry like the wild animal of the night that I'd become.

It is too easy to say 'what if' and paint a picture of a perfect world.

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.

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 eagles and learned some small truths and means of flight. But we can never really fly. We try, and succeed to a certain extent, but the fall is always - will always be - there.

I mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny green head of hair like mine?

He says every story has at least some truth in it, even if most are made up.