You Stand On Dead Men's Legs. You've

Not All The Monsters Have Fangs.

They Were Not Half Living, Or Quarter Living. They Were Simply So Many Bags Of Bones In Which Sparks Of Life Fluttered Faintly.

My Mistake Was In Ever Opening The Books.

Strength Is An Empty Shell.

He Was Justifying His Existence, Than Which Life Can Do No Greater; For Life Achieves Its Summit When It Does To The Uttermost That Which It Was Equipped To Do.