If this were a made-up story, it would begin at night, with a storm blowing and owls hooting and rattling noises under the bed.

When he faced me again, he looked ashamed of himself. "I have gravely underestimated you, Darren," he said. "I will not do so again. I made a wiser choice than I realized when I chose you to serve as my assistant. I feel honoured to have you by my side.

Maybe you're going insane." "Maybe," agreed Kernel. "I was joking." "I wasn't.

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

To be a druid is to embrace death, dance with it a while, and finally fall prey to it. That is why we'll never rule this world. We have the power to bend all men to our whim, but are forever pushing ourselves further,trying to fly higher...and falling

I might have to drink the blood of animals to stay alive, but I would never feast on one of my own kind, no matter what Mr.Crepsley said, or hows much my belly growled.

Destiny's what you make of it. You have to face whatever life throws at you.