And the people love a well-mannered killer.

On a good day her breath could drop a bull at a hundred paces. This was definitely not one of her good days. She was filthy and unappealing in every possible way.

The debt collector, Pyotr, smiled, a slimy thing that seemed to want to crawl around the side of his head and escape to the thicket of his hair.

Getting rid of a truth makes us wiser than getting hold of a delusion

Her eyes melted and ran like butter. Gehirn ignited with concussive force.

Dark and pregnant clouds gave birth and fist-sized stones of hail hammered the earth.

She'll be waiting for me. Never before had he wanted immortality so badly.

My mirror never shows me what I want to see. I can't possibly be this fat and ugly!

The mirror ever lies.

Think about it. When you die you'll be surrounded bu the people you killed. Who the hells goes around killing people they like? In the Afterdeath we'll be surrounded by our enemies.