... one of those librarians who rules the stacks with an intimidating scowl, whispers quiet sharply enough to lacerate the tender inner tissues of the ear, and will pursue an overdue-book fine with the ferocity of a rabid ferret.

I don't find slashing and blood flying everywhere to be scary. I just find it repulsive.

If someone wrote it and it had a peculiar twist, I've read it.

Holy men tell us life is a mystery. They embrace that concept happily. But some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark.

Evil was coming. I wondered whose face it would be wearing.

If I drive myself to the brink of my ability, then I don't get stale or bored.

Always, the eye sees more than the mind can comprehend, and we go through life self-blinded to much that lies before us. We want a simple world, but we live in a magnificently complex one, and rather than open ourselves to it, we perceive the world through filters that make it less daunting.