"It's going to be a hit," he said. "You want the royalties?" I asked. Vespers smiled like a serpent staring at more than most mouths could swallow. "No," he said. "I want the destiny."
It is dreadful to be here at last, here at the zero moment of history that lasts forever, now that Satan has finally touched down after aeons of fall, it is hell.
Now slick leviathans spew from the sediment; / mephitic fiends, nameless, insensate, / pitchy tentacles undulating inland,