But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.

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.

If I'd known how wrong I was - if I'd had any idea of the awful night that lay ahead - I'd have run after him and never returned to that disgusting circus of blood, that revolting circus of death.

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

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

There are a lot of black-hearted, mean-spirited bastards in the world. It's important that we hold them to acount. But always remember that you might be the most black-hearted and mean-spirited in the lot, so hold yourself the most accountable of all.

Confidence has brought them out into the light, but they seem to have forgotten - light's no good for creatures of the night.