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.

There are storm clouds before the storm, there are the living before the dead. I need a figurehead, a banner bearer who will announce my arrival to the world.

A story just isn't a story without a dragon.

Riding a Dragon is amazing, exhilarating, and murder on the thighs.

The difference between the quest for the Holy Grail and someone saying __ring me a cup_ is the flavor text and the number of stops involved.