I am going to love you now, slow and sweet.

We are not perfect. What god is Examine yours. According to your mythos he was so disappointed with his initial efforts creating your race that he tried again. At least we imprisoned our mistakes. Your god permits his to roam free. At a mere few thousand years old your creation myths are far more absurd than ours.

Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.

Barrons has something the rest of us don't have. I don't know what it is, but I feel it all the time, especially when we're standing close. Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

No matter how people try to dispute it, perception is reality. Its what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.

Keeping vigil over her are two monsters of very different breeds but monster just the same. Death on her left. Devil on her right.

If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.