We worship Him not because He is the best of our gods, but because He is, or was, the greatest killer among them.

The shadows of Ina-Karekh are the place where nightmares dwell, but not their source. Never forget: the shadowlands are not elsewhere. We create them. They are within.

If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we've earned a little annihilation.

But when I got angry, my nerves sought an outlet, and my mouth didn't always guard the gates.

Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.

Immortality gets very, very boring. You'd be surprised at how interesting the small mundanities of life can seem after a few millennia.

We can never be gods, after all--but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.