All I Ever Wanted To Do Is

Have Patience; The Lovers Will Suffer Lovers Always Suffer.

Well, Here He Was. They Could Save Each Other, The Way The Poets Promised Lovers Should. He Was Mystery, He Was Darkness, He Was All She Had Dreamed Of. And If She Would Only Free Him He Would Service Her - Oh Yes - Until Her Pleasure Reached That Threshold That, Like All Thresholds, Was A Place Where The Strong Grew Stronger, And The Weak Perished. Pleasure Was Pain There, And Vice Versa. And He Knew It Well Enough To Call It Home.

Evil, However Powerful It Seemed,could Be Undone By Its Own Appetite

Horror Fiction Shows Us That The Control We Believe We Have Is Purely Illusory, And That Every Moment We Teeter On Chaos And Oblivion.

Leavening The Flat Bread Of What We Know, With The Yeast Of What We Dream May Come To Pass.