She had forgotten them all; forgotten Richard down in the mud, and the marquis and his foolish crossbow, and the world. She was delighted and transported, in a perfect place, the world she lived for. Her world contained two things: Hunter, and the Beast. The Beast knew that too. It was the perfect match, the hunter and the hunted. And who was who, and which was which, only time would reveal; time and the dance.

What a refreshing mind you have, young man. There really is nothing quite like total ignorance, is there?

I was not happy as a child, although from time to time I was content. I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything.

The comic convention itself tends to come second to the giant announcements in Hall H and the movies and the TV. So I think it's always good to remind people that there is a wonderful comic convention going on.

I can get away before the storm hits. Away from a world in which opiates have become the religion of the masses.

Never mind. There. For good or bad. It's done.