The atheism and nihilism of my earlier years now seems shallow, and even a bit cocky.
With his finger curled under his lip, his elbow on the arm of the couch, he merely studied me as I recounted the memories, and now he was eager for the tale to go on.
There are only two things which I believe—the first is that no mortal can refuse the Dark Gift once he really knows what it is.
Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.
Come on, show me all you can do.
To be human, that's what most of us long for. It is the human which has become myth to us.