“Demons don’t play by the rules. They lie and they cheat and they stab in the back.”

As for getting there … it’s a choice between sinning and being tricked by demons It’s a plane of evil … despair … and magic of the foulest kind.

I don’t want to jump to any conclusions, but look: Dinosaurs and man, two species separated by sixty-five million years of evolution have just been suddenly thrown back into the mix together. How can we possibly have the slightest idea what to expect?

I only want to sleep . . . and never wake.

Besides… next to giving pain my favourite sport’s to feel it.

Well, the world has changed so radically, and we’re all running to catch up.

Reverse Darwinism: survival of the most idiotic.

I don’t know where hell is … another dimension, perhaps, or another plane of reality.

It hurts! It throbs with pain, the like of which I never felt the half! Mortal flesh would scream again . . . yet demon spirit bids to laugh

Blood is drawn! I am impressed-though my hell-spawned powers will heal it!

How can we possibly have the slightest idea what to expect?