“Jango danced; and the tune that he danced to was Death.”

“She watched as the dancing lights of madness swirled and flickered in his eyes like the fires of hell, and she knew that there would never be anything that could quench those fires except death. Vanessa knew that Jango had become his own Grim Reaper.”

“When it’s my time, and the reaper calls my name, there will be no stink of fear on me, and my only wish will be to die with grace, covered in the blood of my enemies.”

“You aren’t really going to let me go, are you?” The man asked resignedly. Shaking his head, the boy replied, “No. You preyed on children, sir. I can feel the darkness of your soul. You will never change. You are a stain on any world in which you reside, and I will not abide you in my reality.” With those words, the boy reached out, took the man’s head in his small but powerful hands, and twisted savagely. The man’s neck broke like a rotten twig, and his lifeless body slumped to the floor, arms still bound to the column behind him.”

“Sometimes you have to do something ugly so that something beautiful can grow.”