Horror is like the humor, the one without the other can't exist. Horror makes life more interesting like the humor!

Most people only have stray thoughts and it stays at that. But you__e got power, darlin'. You flung out walking evil. Let's hope you can bring up a remedy too.

The canter is a cure for every evil.

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Tis Fate that flings the dice,And as she flingsOf kings makes peasants,And of peasants kings.

The small launch bay was littered with debris. A powerful breeze tore at his black silk shirt as Kilroy made his way across it to the waiting shuttle, evoking a feeling like the fingers of fate were caressing his body. __he Hammer_ stepped over the body of one of his fallen crew without a trace of care or concern. The air was rushing past him, like a wind, out into space through the wounds in the side of his ship. Fatigued and desperate, the Hammer was running out of options. His ship was a mess, holed in a dozen places, the life support systems failing. Weakened hull sections were collapsing in pressure bursts. The vibrations that shook the deck beneath him now were not from the engines that once drove her forward, but now from the explosions down below, tearing her apart.