8 Quotes by Daniel Scott Westby

Look to your internment in Quarantine as a blessing (I have no doubt you’ll weather the virus).It is a fortuitous opportunity to reflect on the poison flecking your tongue, and, if you can resist swallowing, perhaps one day the gates will open, hopefully by myself, and we can once again discuss philosophy into the wee hours of the night. Or perhaps you’ve already escaped and will plunge a knife into my back as I sign my valediction…

In meager weeks only a ghost town would remain with specters of a lingering disease that kept even bandits away. Just easy pickings for the goblins. It was no wonder the vermin saw Pestilence as a harbinger of the Goblin Winter — a time for them to walk freely in the daylight.

In the end, no one knew how many minds the mask held. The only thing known for certain was that they all hated each other. –Final Shiloh

I didn’t come here because of some virus,” Shay said, his words coming carefully and deliberately after breathing deeply. He breathed to force down the solid cramp in his chest and because he feared, that if he did not, he may forget to, and giving into unconsciousness or death was too easy, too tempting an escape.

Plaag’s appearance and the virus’ spread had been a godsend — a distraction that kept Wulfone step ahead of the memories of his loss of Sarah.

Something about the sickness he followed promised redemption. Something about the quest for the man he later knew as Pestilence, and later yet as Plaag, overshadowed the shame of his memories. And so he followed, heading toward the horizon instead of away from it for the first time in years.

Deep in the ravines where He sleepsthree Maids for four secrets keepFor where virtue warms the wormthe meek, the weak, the sneaks, and the freaksshall disport in the hurting dirt—the Seven Suffragans’ Slut

Undiluted, he is lesser than allthe Lesser Prophets combinedNow the disease we will findis his cure, his call, and mankind’s downfall—The Fallo Terminus (LVI)