It Was A Pleasure To Burn.

All Silence Is. All Emptiness. And Now: The Dawn.

The Most Improbable Tales Can Be Made Believable, If Your Reader, Through His Sense, Feels Certain That He Stands At The Middle Of Events.

Thus Through Half-belief, We Are Often Doomed To Repeat That Very Past We Should Have Learned From.

It's Lack That Gives Us Inspiration. It's Not Fullness.

So It Was The Hand That Started It All . . . His Hands Had Been Infected, And Soon It Would Be His Arms . . . His Hands Were Ravenous.