Power. Intoxicating. Like A Fine Wine.

And There Stood Basta With His Foot Already On Another Dead Body, Smiling. Why Not? He Had Hit His Target, And It Was The Target He Had Been Aiming For All Along: Dustfinger’s Heart, His Stupid Heart. It Broke In Two As He Held Farid In His Arms, It Simply Broke In Two, Although He Had Taken Such Good Care Of It All These Years.

Are You Really Going To Catch Us And Take Us Back To Esther? We Don’t Belong To Her, You Know.” Embarrassed, Victor Stared At His Shoes. “well, Children All Have To Belong To Somebody,” He Muttered. “do You Belong To Someone?” “that’s Different.” “because You’re A Grown-up?

Only In Books Could You Find Pity, Comfort, Happiness And Love.

When You Open A Book It's Like Going To The Theater First You See The Curtain Then It Is Pulled Aside And The Show Begins.

Believe Me. Sometimes When Life Looks To Be At Its Grimmest, There's A Light Hidden At The Heart Of Things. Clive Barker, Abarat