Always, Worlds Within Worlds.

Keep It Simple. Trust Your Imagination. Discover What Is Unique About Your Imagination. Don't Simply Read A Story And Copy It. I Go Into Myself. Then I Transcribe What Visions I Have. If Those Ideas Are Original, And You Are Devoted, You Will Go Far.

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.

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.

The Extraordinary's The Norm.