A man hunted only for food or clothing or in self-defense. It was another mark of the effete and the sadistic to take life as a sport. - Tanith Lee

Ceedres was her god. To be happy, she must worship him, and let him destroy her, and take pleasure in it.

The rites were just the husks left over from deeper things, no pith remaining and no mystery, nothing to lift up the soul or go to the brain like wine. And, as generally happens, the more truth the ritual lost the more they bolstered it with significance. There is a saying among the Moi: The chief is clad in gold and purple, only the god dares to go naked.

What's Hell?" inquired Wild-Eye. "You should visit before you pass judgement on a place. And have you never heard it said, the Dark One is a gentleman?