“I believe I am on the verge of a breakthrough. Bring me more subjects. And no more half-starved weaklings – the last batch didn’t even last the night.”

“When ye hear the scrape, scrape, scraping of Old Gorslav on his walk,
The only sound he ever makes, for he ain’t one for talk,
Flee then, fool, and hide away, and hope he don’t come take,
And bind your arms and drag ye off to bury ye awake.’

“In life I would have cut down all of you in the span of a single breath, and picked my teeth clean with your bones. Can you imagine what I will do with you know?”