The world's full of wonder, he said. Or at least horror that looks wondrous from afar.

The world seemed to go red. He wanted to scream his outrage, to charge at Skarn and tear the murdering bastard's face off with his bare teeth. But he knew that meant certain death. No, he had to be ice. Not fire, but ice.

Sometimes a lie builds until the truth does more harm than good

The great poets are full of bullshit. Love has nothing on hatred's capacity to give a man purpose.