2 Quotes by Ju Honisch

His longing wove new patterns into the shiny black of his sphere. This time, he would kill. The thought satisfied him. He loved life for its propensity to be taken, loved the act of taking it.

The creature was coming to take her. The most dreadful creature imaginable was coming to abduct her and keep her in its black abyss. And she was guarded by a man with a box, another with a fruit knife and a third who had promised to kill her. Oh, and an opera singer lending her countenance.