In a typical desperation for quick answers, easily understood, people had turned to primitive worship as the solution. With less than success. Not only had they died as quickly as the rest of the people, but they had died with terror in their hearts, with a mortal dread flowing in their very veins.

A man could get used to anything if he had to.

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming.

I could never write about strange kingdoms. I could never do Harry Potter or anything like that. Even when I did science-fiction, I didnt write about foreign planets and distant futures. I certainly never did fantasies about trolls living under bridges.

That which you believe becomes your world

To me there is nothing that goes against nature. If it seems incomprehensible, its only because we havent been able to understand it yet.

The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.