Living in Hell kept him aware of the possibility of Heaven, and he__ never felt more alive.

Despite the horror, we survivors were endowed with a will to survive. Or instinct. Or maybe it was faith.

Here are the stories written on the Book of Blood. They are a map of that dark highway that leads out of life towards unknown destinations. Few will have to take it, most will go on peacefully along lamplit streets, ushered out of living with prayers and caresses. But for a few, a chosen few, the horrors will come, skipping to fetch them off to the highway of the damned...

Kaufman almost smiled at the perfection of its horror. He felt an offer of insanity tickling the base of his skull, tempting him into oblivion, promising a blank indifference to the world.

O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last.

Dorothea: "What the fuck are you?"Nix: "A man who wanted to be a God...then changed his mind.