If the world is a game whose rules are written by the God, and sorcerers are those who cheat and cheat, then who has written the rules of sorcery?

Sometimes the Nonman would climb upon some wild pulpit, the mossed remains of a fallen tree, the humped back of a boulder, and paint wonders with his dark voice. Wonders and horrors both.

Saying 'I could have done more,' Zin, is what marks a man as a man and not a God.

To indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife.

I wanted a literate, socially intricate, and cosmopolitan world - something I could have fun destroying.

Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

Darkness shields as much as it threatens.