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

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.

If he turned his back on humanity now, it would be forever.

The moon's a powerful mistress. She can reach through any wall or covering and work her wicked charms.

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.

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

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