This is the real magic of fantasy fiction: it can feed souls and change lives.

Man is capable of greatness, love, nobility, compassion. Yet never forget that his capacity for evil is infinite. It is a sad truth, boy, that if you sit now and think of the worst tortures that could ever be inflicted on another human being, they will already have been practiced somewhere. If there is one sound that follows the march of humanity, it is the scream.

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.

Hate is the father of all evil.

She was his north star, the fixed point round which his world turned. For as long as his heart beat, or hers, he believed they would always share a destiny.

There is evil in all of us, and it is the mark of a man how he defies the evil within.

You know how it is. Boy meets girl, girl wants boy dead. An everyday story, really.