The Force is neither light nor dark, master nor slave, but a balance between extremes.

Voyaging great distances -- through forests, from island to island, across plains and into the mountains -- is all about finding ourselves.

Between a gasp and a sigh, a life can change forever.

Love is harsh, and it consumes. And more than anything, it demands sacrifice.

To the discovered, the discoverer can be a god.

There's no denying that the way horror has been packaged in the past has done it no favours. Lurid black covers adorned with skulls, corpses crawling with insects and scantily clad maidens being chewed into by vampires -- all good clean fun, but it doesn't do much to give the genre an air of respectability or seriousness to the casual browser.

The reaction to death is sometimes as violent as death itself. Shock throws a cautious coolness over your senses, but your stomach still has knots, your skin stings as if the Reaper is glaring at you as well.