“O God! what a thing it is to be a ghost, cowering and shivering in an altered world, a prey to apprehension and despair!”
“Venture deep into the wilderness of lost thought to the point that you physically shiver with apprehension, and there you will find creativity”
“O wandering graves! O restless sleep!O silence of the sunless day!O still ravine! O stormy deep!Give up your prey! Give up your prey!”
“Despair and die.The ghosts”
“It is one thing to fall victim to the flood or to fall prey to cancer; it is another thing to fall into the hands of the living God.”
“Ironic, is it not, that the great Divinicus Nex cowers in fear from that which should be her fated prey? A decidedly diametric circumstance."What? It's irritating when the monster hunting you has a better vocabulary than your own. Maybe it could do my eulogy?”