The wolf had begun hunting human prey. They were plentiful in the dark city streets and provided enough good meat to satiate his gnawing hunger. He was still very careful not to let any who saw him live. To do otherwise would displease the Master. He would only stalk those people that were foolish enough to walk alone in the night

Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.

He looked like an evil male model, showing off what the fashionable college-age villain was wearing to Harvard this year.

I have brought you a hero__ fate, and a hero__ fate is never happy. It is never anything but tragic.

No one should know his entire fate. It's too dangerous and too depressing. Just keep going, do your best, and hope it's good enough. That's all any of us can do.

Strange things conspire when one tries to cheat fate