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"And now do you understand what the Little Man's profession was? This horrid little being, whose face shone with kindness, went about the world looking for boys. Lazy boys, boys who hated books, boys who wanted to run away from home, boys who were tired of school—all these were his joy and his fortune. He took them with him to the Land of Toys and let them enjoy themselves to their heart's content. When, after months of all play and no work, they became little donkeys, he sold them on the market place. In a few years, he had become a millionaire."
"The Stormbreakers are armed and ready. And yes, you're right, Alex. Each one contains what you might call a computer virus. But that, if you like, is my little April Fools' joke. Because the virus I'm talking about is a form of smallpox. Of course, Alex, it's been genetically modified to make it faster and stronger... more lethal. A spoonful of the stuff would destroy a city. And my Stormbreakers hold much, much more than that. At the moment it's isolated, quite safe. But this afternoon there's going to be a bit of a party at the Science Museum. Every school in England will be joining in, with the schoolchildren gathered around their nice, new shiny computers. And at midday, on the stroke of twelve, my old friend, the Prime Minister, will make one of his smug, self-serving speeches and then he'll press a button. He thinks he'll be activating the computers, and in a way, he's right. Pressing the button will release the virus, and by midnight tonight, there will be no schoolchildren in England and the Prime Minister will weep as he remembers the day he first bullied Herod Sayle!"
— Herod Sayle describing his master plan to Alex Rider, Alex Rider: Stormbreaker
"I have made it my life's work to study pain in all its different forms, and the pain that I intend to inflict on you will be perhaps even worse. There are two instruments that I am going to use. Earlier today, I promised you hell. And now, my dear child, it is here."
— Razim to Alex Rider, Alex Rider: Scorpia Rising
"In slow motion, my own heavy breathing blocking out all other sounds, my vision blurring slightly around the edges, my hands move up over Luis' Adam's apple. I start to squeeze tightening the grip, but it's loose enough to let Luis turn around... so he can stand facing me... His eyelids flutter for an instant, then widen, which is exactly what I want. I want to see Luis's face contort and turn purple and I want him to know who it is who is killing him. I want to be the last face, the last thing, that Luis sees before he dies and I want to cry out "I'm fucking Courtney. Do you hear me? I'm fucking Courtney. Ha-ha-ha," and have these be the last words, the last sounds he hears until his own gurglings, accompanied by the crunching of his trachea, drown everything else out."
— Patrick Bateman, American Psycho
"He is a murderer of children. This is in addition to thousands of other crimes worthy of death, from slavery to rape. I do not think him capable of following through on repentance, even if he were so inclined."
— Raquel on Marcus O'Henry, An American Weredeer In Michigan
"I seek to know God by becoming more like Him. Thus I have replicated the many paths of God as recorded in our many holy books. Fratricide? Yes. I have committed fratricide, patricide... I have slain generations. I have been merciful - terribly merciful. Capriciously so. My mercy has driven men insane. I have done things so dark, countenanced monstrosities so appalling, that my cruelty has inspired fear in nations great and powerful. Even your own.
I have drowned men in their thousands. I have extinguished species, decimated populations with disease. On that frame, I stopped milord bishop's heart. It ceased to beat - for our entire history on this Earth, Commander, the very measure of death. And I reached down and clawed him back. I returned him to his body.
Because I wished it. Because it was godly."
I have drowned men in their thousands. I have extinguished species, decimated populations with disease. On that frame, I stopped milord bishop's heart. It ceased to beat - for our entire history on this Earth, Commander, the very measure of death. And I reached down and clawed him back. I returned him to his body.
Because I wished it. Because it was godly."
— Shem Shem Tsiem, Angelmaker
Georges Du Roy: I confess it. My comrades and I, the brothers of the Red Circle, are addicts. Connoisseurs, certainly. Fastidious, perhaps. Choosy, naturally. But addicts. We want what we want. We must have it, Must. If we can no longer participate, we must watch. It is the great secret delight of all mankind, you know.
Kate Reed: Murder?
Georges Du Roy: You could call it that… but it’s so commonplace a term. Murder is brute stuff. One man shoots or stabs another, in a quarrel or for no reason. Even duels, assassinations, factory accidents… they are over too quickly, not savoured, not enjoyed.
Kate Reed: Murder?
Georges Du Roy: You could call it that… but it’s so commonplace a term. Murder is brute stuff. One man shoots or stabs another, in a quarrel or for no reason. Even duels, assassinations, factory accidents… they are over too quickly, not savoured, not enjoyed.
"This new force, this individual, began to make his presence known in our galaxy. And he had different ideas from ours. He sees a universe of conflict, pain, and terror. He craves fear. Not his own, of course, but the fear of others. He is a strange perfectionist, in a way. He wants a galaxy cleansed of creation. His goal, I soon realized, is to destroy life. His method is to use one species against another, strong destroying weak, and then strong in turn being destroyed by the stronger still. He believes that there should be only one species. A single sentient race, which would be subjugated by him."
— The Ellimist on Crayak, Animorphs #26: The Attack
I will cleanse this galaxy of all life. Then, when no sentient thing is left alive, I will kill you, Ellimist. That's my game. Shall we play?
— Crayak to the Ellimist, Animorphs—The Ellimist Chronicles
Crayak: I reversed the effects of your meddling. The Mamathisk reverted to cannibalism when they experienced repeated crop failures. A plant parasite. Impossible for them to stop. But as you know, cannibalism is a losing adaptation. The Mamathisk are effectively extinct.
The Ellimist: Are you mad?!
Crayak: No, I don't think so, Ellimist. I'm just a gamer. Like you. But with a perhaps a different philosophy: I don't play the game to save the species, but to annihilate it. I play the game of genocide.
The Ellimist: Are you mad?!
Crayak: No, I don't think so, Ellimist. I'm just a gamer. Like you. But with a perhaps a different philosophy: I don't play the game to save the species, but to annihilate it. I play the game of genocide.
— Animorphs—The Ellimist Chronicles
"He will make of this century a killing ground. In his warm days, he murdered one-third of his own subjects. Imagine what he would do to those he considers his enemies."
"Innocent? What do I care about that? I have killed a thousand innocent fairies, and I will kill ten times that if I deem it necessary. Do I make myself clear?"
— Opal Koboi, Artemis Fowl: The Last Guardian
"No, the world has passed on, child. The Eleem and their civilization is gone and will never return. Just another victim of the iron-shod will of the great enemy, who will go to other worlds. He must constantly seek fresh worlds to conquer, for he is driven by the urge to expand his genocidal empire. Billions of lives has he taken, this affliction on the universe, this sore upon the very fabric of being, and billions more will he take if he can."
— On Waakzaam the Great, Bazil Broketail''
"Pain — the beatings. Humiliation — the rape. The silver wire. Murder with class. For Sly, it was a tidy little three-act play, with only the set and the second lead as variables... Sly enjoyed traveling, and had several scrapbooks filled with postcards he picked up as he did so. Occasionally he would page through them, sipping a drink, smiling over the reminders of places he'd been, and the trinkets he'd collected there."
— On Sylvester "Sly" Yost, Betrayal in Death
"I intend to establish the Fourth Reich. Envision this if you will, dear doctor. One fine morning, a little over five weeks hence, the proud city of London will be struck with a massive quake. In minutes it will be reduced to no more than a pile of ruin. Yes, in just a few minutes we will have accomplished what all Hitler’s missiles failed to do in World War Two. Then, before the stunned world can even understand what has happened, Paris will suffer a similar fate. The Eiffel Tower will fall, the whole city will turn to dust. Perhaps I shall also smash New York City. Yes, that would be most impressive and highly satisfying. To destroy that decadent place, all the sweaty millions of inferior humans who dwell there in filth. All the killers and thieves and radicals. To crush them all beneath brick and stone and concrete, to send their steel and glass towers slamming down on them . . . ah, that would be fine. I have a dream, doctor, a dream of Armageddon."
— Red Skull, Captain America: Holocaust for Hire
"She should be horrified. She should be disgusted. She didn't want to open her eyes — not because she was scared to look upon the literal bloodbath she had created but because she wanted her eyelids to receive the full benefit. She reached out a hand and rested it on the cool flank of the dead maid, the woman she had killed. She realised she felt nothing. No, not nothing, worse than that: she felt thrilled. She felt powerful. She felt back in a place of dominance, feeding off the little people, thriving off their devotion. She felt herself."
— Elizabeth Sasdy, Countess Dracula novelization
Kane: How can you do this... how can you eat children?
Iceman: They taste good. It’s not that different from eating veal, really. In fact, it tastes better!
Kane: You’re EATING KIDS... you crossed the line of sanity a long time ago. You are a fruitcake psycho-killer! Listen to me... don’t do this!
Iceman: They taste good. It’s not that different from eating veal, really. In fact, it tastes better!
Kane: You’re EATING KIDS... you crossed the line of sanity a long time ago. You are a fruitcake psycho-killer! Listen to me... don’t do this!
— Creatures of Appetite
"Unreal, isn't it? Sometimes even I can't believe it. I mean, ever since I was little, I always dreamed of committing mass destruction. But on this kind of scale? It's more than even I had a right to expect… It took half a million years for your people to build the city of Bryn Spi, the shining jewel of your planet. It took me one and a half hours to blow it into a billion shiny pieces. And by this time next year-and this is my favorite part-it will look like nothing ever stood here at all… The few who are still alive scurry through the ruins like rats. They have no powers, no hope, no reason to live, really. But still they stumble on. Pathetic."
— Ergent Seth, Daniel X
Brimstone: Dead souls dream only of death, Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is. Look at you. You are a lord of ashes, a lord of char. You are filthy with your victory. Enjoy it, Joram, for you will never know another. You are lord of a country of ghosts, and that is all that you will ever be.
Joram: It shall be a country of ghosts, I promise you that. A country of corpses. No beast shall crawl but that it drags a weight of shackles and is so scored by the lash that it can hardly raise its head!
Joram: It shall be a country of ghosts, I promise you that. A country of corpses. No beast shall crawl but that it drags a weight of shackles and is so scored by the lash that it can hardly raise its head!
— Daughter of Smoke and Bone: Days of Blood and Starlight
"That old fool Serapis had the right idea: gather all of the wisdom of Greece and Egypt together in one place, and use that power to rule the world! Expect Serapis didn't have my vision. I'll consume the old pantheons—Zeus, Osiris, all of the those dusty deities. Who needs them? I'll just take the bits and pieces I can use from all of them. I'll become the head of a new race of gods."
— Setne, Demigods & Magicians
"I've taken thousands like you, lovely child. Taken them and broken them. There was nothing they could do. There is nothing you can do. You were made to feel desire. I was made to use it against you. It is the natural cycle. Life and death. Mating and death. Predator and prey...We'll have days, little one. Weeks. You can spend them in agony or in bliss. The important thing to realize is that I'll be the one who decides which. You are no longer in command of your body. Nor your mind. You no longer have a choice in the matter."
— Lord Raith, the White King, to Karrin Murphy, The Dresden Files: Blood Rites
"I will come for you. I will kill you. I will kill your blood, your friends, your beasts. I will kill the flowers in your home and the trees in your tiny fields. I will visit such death upon whatever is yours that your very name will be remembered only in curses and tales of terror."
— "Shagnasty" the skinwalker, The Dresden Files: Turn Coat
"It didn’t take a wizard to see the Titan’s soul. It was already all around us. The sheer desire for ruin and destruction that filled her soul and had allowed her to master the Eye had been made manifest in the world. This was the world that Ethniu longed for. The terror, the death, the blood, the destruction, the senseless chaos—this was who and what she was. This madness was the fire that had fueled the Titans, that had made their destruction a necessity in the first place. Blood was their art. Screams were their music. Horror was their faith. Mortals could not stand before this. I watched my death coming for me and wept in sheer despair."
"'This is the world I bring you mortal.' And there she thought at me again. She showed me the world she desired. A world of blasted cities, of smoke, of tears, of screams. Blood ran in the gutters rather than water. And columns of greasy black smoke rose from altars, from temples, from shrines decorated with skulls and crusted with the blood of sacrifices."
-On Ethniu, the Last Titan, The Dresden Files: Battle Ground (2020)
"[...]There's a particular sweetness in bending someone's will that mere force cannot possess. The deaths of the More family? A night's entertainment. Slowly turning Charity into my most devoted progeny? Unending bliss."
— John Redgrave, Evernight: Balthazar
"...Kreeg is...a fierce and bloody-minded savage...Now that he is the war chieftain of Atlantis, his brutality knows no bounds! Those who slighted him in the past have been taken from their homes and thrown into the dungeons! And those who dare to speak out against his actions have been condemned to death. Already their heads begin to decorate the pikes on the city’s walls!...Kreeg and Byrrah have since announced their plans to declare war on the surface world and to "purify" the undersea kingdoms by ridding them of such non-Atlanteans as the Lemurians. They have already sent forth several terrorist squads to plant explosive charges on offshore platforms and mine the largest of the surface-dwellers' harbors."
— Namor on Warlord Kreeg, Fantastic Four: To Free Atlantis
"We are everywhere. We are everyone. Or at least, everyone who matters. We supply a word here and a push there, and the world goes the way we want it to. Always remember the Creed I gave you. Words to live forever by. Greed is good. Contempt is good. Hate is good. The crushing of the weak and glorying in their plight is good. Anything that profits us is good. Because we . . . are all that matters. No one else lasts long enough to matter. They come and they go but we go on. Everyone else in the world is just there to serve us, or for us to play with. They are mayflies. We are Immortals."
— Methuselah to the Family of Immortals, From Hell with Love
Martin Vanger: Of course my actions aren’t socially acceptable, but my crime is first and foremost a crime against the conventions of society. Death doesn’t come until the end of my guests’ visits here, after I’ve grown weary of them. It’s always so fascinating to see their disappointment.
Mikael Blomkvist: Disappointment?
Martin Vanger: Exactly. Disappointment. They imagine that if they please me, they’ll live. They adapt to my rules. They start to trust me and develop a certain camaraderie with me, hoping to the very end that this camaraderie means something. The disappointment comes when it finally dawns on them that they’ve been well and truly screwed.
Mikael Blomkvist: Disappointment?
Martin Vanger: Exactly. Disappointment. They imagine that if they please me, they’ll live. They adapt to my rules. They start to trust me and develop a certain camaraderie with me, hoping to the very end that this camaraderie means something. The disappointment comes when it finally dawns on them that they’ve been well and truly screwed.
Gaia was going to kill everyone: that was her plan. Kill the good and the bad, all of them. Diana grasped the truth of it now. That was Gaia's mad endgame. The gaiaphage couldn't allow Little Pete to find a body and survive, and that meant killing every living person in the FAYZ.
And it wouldn't be a simple act of survival. She would enjoy it. She would enjoy watching people run from her. She would enjoy hunting them down and killing them.
— On the Gaiaphage, Light (Gone)
She was sickened by it all, sickened by the violence and pure malice that must fill the mind of Dillon Poe. What kind of human being did this? What kind of human being thought he had a right to take over people's lives, to use them like puppets? To send them to their own deaths with murder on their consciences and innocent blood on their hands?
— Cruz Rojas on Dillon Poe, Villain (Gone)
"I think it's time you went away now, dearie. Young people go missing so often this century. You'll just be one more."
The Dollmaker to Tamara Baker, Tales To Give You Goosebumps: "Broken Dolls"
"I know who you are. I'm going to take over Frank's body. Then I'm going to throw your body into the flames-and we'll watch it burn. Want to see your hands burn? Say goodbye to your fingers, Spencer!"
— Oswald Manse preparing to dispose of Spencer Kassimir's body, Goosebumps Series 2000: Attack Of The Graveyard Ghouls
"Note to self: Possessing people is hilarious! To think of all the sensations I've been missing out on—burning, stabbing, drowning. It's like a buffet tray of fun! Once I destroy that journal, I'll enjoy giving this body its grand finale—by throwing it off the water tower! Best of all, people will just think Pine Tree lost his mind and his mental form will wander in the mindscape forever. Want to join him, Shooting Star?"
"Lijuan says she has reason to believe there was another as great as me at the dawn of our existence, that she has scrolls in her keeping that hint at the reason behind vampires and why the toxin lives in us. If she is right the first architect of disease was indeed terrible and strong. But I will be better than that unknown angel. They are forgotten. No one will forget me for I will do the one thing he could not. He infected angels, but he wasn't in control. I will be in control. I will decide who lives and who dies. My legacy will be of power so deadly that no one will stand against me. Not even Lijuan. Should she try, well, I have my weapons."
— Charisemnon, Guild Hunter: Archangel's Sun
"You have been brought here before the Council of Magical Law, so that we may pass judgment on you, for a crime so heinous that we have rarely heard the like of it within this court. We have heard the evidence against you. The four of you stand accused of capturing an Auror - Frank Longbottom - and subjecting him to the Cruciatus Curse, believing him to have knowledge of the present whereabouts of your exiled master, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named... You are further accused, of using the Cruciatus Curse on Frank Longbottom's wife, when he would not give you information. You planned to restore He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to power, and to resume the lives of violence you presumably led while he was strong. I now ask the jury to raise their hands if they believe, as I do, that these crimes deserve a life sentence in Azkaban!"
— Barty Crouch Sr. detailing the torture of Frank Longbottom by Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
"I do think it's shocking, but it had to be... We really are talking about someone who is incredibly power-hungry. Racist, really. And what do those kinds of people do? They treat human life so lightly. I wanted to be accurate in that sense. My editor was shocked by the way the character was killed, which was very dismissive. That was entirely deliberate. That is how people die in those situations. It was just like, you're in my way and you're going to die."
"You need more persuasion. Very well, take the smallest one. Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it."
— Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
"I wouldn't want to miss a trip to Hogwarts, Dumbledore, not when there are throats to be ripped out ... delicious, delicious..."
— Fenrir Greyback, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
"Fenrir Greyback is, perhaps, the most savage werewolf alive today. He considers it as his mission to bite and to contaminate as many people as possible; he wants to create enough werewolves to overcome the wizards. Voldemort has promised him prey in return for his services. Greyback specializes in children... Bite them young, he says, and raise them away from their parents, raise them to hate normal wizards. Voldemort has threatened to unleash him upon people's sons and daughters; it is a threat that usually produces good results."
— Remus Lupin describing Fenrir Greyback, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
"I'll kill you! I'll kill every last person who mocks me!! Grab your guns and follow me. First is the Vanderbilt girl with her evidence! Once that's over and my position is stable, I can start a war with the Information Alliance... I'll kill them all!"
— Flag Eggnog, Heavy Object
Lord Toramin: You dare! I offered you my hand in friendship, and this is how you repay me!
The Hunter: You offered me nothing... You offered me an empty, dead world, and a chance to serve your kind. You would condemn me to a pitiful existence and call it a favor. I know your kind, demon. I have stared into your dead eyes as you smile and lie.
The Hunter: You offered me nothing... You offered me an empty, dead world, and a chance to serve your kind. You would condemn me to a pitiful existence and call it a favor. I know your kind, demon. I have stared into your dead eyes as you smile and lie.
— Hero of Darkness Book 2: Darkblade Outcast
"I'll be honest, the mere thought of raping Asia as she calls out your name is absolutely delicious!"
— Diodora Astaroth, High School D×D
Hiccup: And speaking of owing people things, what about YOUR treatment of poor Humungously Hotshot? You took his ruby hearts stone, and left him to rot in the terrible Gold Mines of this island. You let him think that his Love did not love him, and had married someone else knowing that he was still alive, and in slavery. What had Humungous done to you for you to hate him so badly?
Alvin: I can hate without reason and what about his treatment of me? He promised me that he would kill you. That would have been such a lovely artistic twist of Fate, to kill his Love’s only son. I would have enjoyed that so much.
Alvin: I can hate without reason and what about his treatment of me? He promised me that he would kill you. That would have been such a lovely artistic twist of Fate, to kill his Love’s only son. I would have enjoyed that so much.
Carla Delgado: This is a game to you?
Decker: No. It's basic human nature. Remove our inhibitions—remove consequences—and we want to watch someone die. If you can get over the squeamishness, it's surprisingly satisfying. Like cracking your neck. Releasing tension. Feeling a little rush of exhilaration. And once, you're past the initial thrill, it just becomes a question of how many.
Carla: You want to see how many you can kill before you lose the game.
Decker: Exactly.
Decker: No. It's basic human nature. Remove our inhibitions—remove consequences—and we want to watch someone die. If you can get over the squeamishness, it's surprisingly satisfying. Like cracking your neck. Releasing tension. Feeling a little rush of exhilaration. And once, you're past the initial thrill, it just becomes a question of how many.
Carla: You want to see how many you can kill before you lose the game.
Decker: Exactly.
— Hunted
"We had given AM sentience. Inadvertently, of course, but sentience nonetheless. But it had been trapped. AM wasn't God, he was a machine. We had created him to think, but there was nothing it could do with that creativity. In rage, in frenzy, the machine had killed the human race, almost all of us, and still it was trapped. AM could not wander, AM could not wonder, AM could not belong. He could merely be. And so, with the innate loathing that all machines had always held for the weak, soft creatures who had built them, he had sought revenge. And in his paranoia, he had decided to reprieve five of us, for a personal, everlasting punishment that would never serve to diminish his hatred... that would merely keep him reminded, amused, proficient at hating man. Immortal, trapped, subject to any torment he could devise for us from the limitless miracles at his command."
— Ted describing AM, I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
"I am eternal, child. I am the eater of worlds, and of children! And you are NEXT!"
— IT/Pennywise, It
Amir: That's what you were doing in Mazar, going door-to-door? Taking out the garbage?
Assef: Precisely.
Amir: In the west, they have an expression for that. They call it ethnic cleansing.
Assef: Do they? Ethnic cleansing. I like it. I like the sound of it.
"This guy is a psychopath. He is bent on destroying all humanity. And he could succeed. If I don't stop him soon, nothing will."
— Sita on Eddie Fender, The Last Vampire: Black Blood
"You do not know what he will do to you. He has powers you cannot imagine. A lust for cruelty and pain that cannot be spoken. He rips the eyes from his victims...He pulls the bones from slaves before their very eyes and munches on them at gruesome suppers."
— Landulf of Capa on himself, The Last Vampire: Creatures of Forever
"The man appears devoid of even the slightest trace of empathy, and it is that lack, spread throughout the rank and file of the men and women of the SS who herd the Jews to their deaths, that is the engine that drives this camp. How strange to think of a lack of a quality as a driving force. Himmler is a complex mass of emptiness."
— Sita on Heinrich Hinmler, The Last Vampire: The Sacred Veil
"What if there was no rage in this person haunting Midland County? What if he just serenely planned his (murders) and carried them out methodically, his emotional level akin to pushing a shopping cart through a supermarket while crossing items off a list? There was no rationale for these crimes other than that whoever was committing them liked it."
— Bret Easton Ellis on Bernard Erlanger, Lunar Park
"I was not unacquainted with blood. I am sometimes a coyote, after all. I've killed my share of rabbits and mice. Last winter I killed two men-werewolves. But this death was different. Evil. He hadn't killed her for food, revenge, or self-defense. He'd killed her, and four other people, because he liked it. And I hadn't been able to stop him."
— Mercedes "Mercy" Thompson on Cory Littleton, Mercy Thompson: Blood Bound
"I refuse to believe that so modern and civilized a young man as you seem to be harbors romantic ideas about the value of human life... Life is for the strong, to be lived by the strong, and, if needs be, taken by the strong. The weak of the world were put here to give the strong pleasure. I am strong. Why should I not use my gift? If I wish to hunt, why should I not? I hunt the scum of the earth: sailors from tramp ships — lascars, blacks, Chinese, whites, mongrels — a thoroughbred horse or hound is worth more than a score of them."
— General Zaroff, The Most Dangerous Game
"No clever plans? No silly games? Because you know I haven't forgotten what you did when you betrayed me. You know I'll take you apart one piece at a time... fingers and toes first, then working my way in. And your little humans here, they're only a moment's work. By the time Amelie and her court reach us, I'll be drinking their blood out of your skull."
— Mr. Bishop, Morganville Vampires
Myrin: He's not like the vampires you've met here, Claire, not even the worst of us. Amelie and I are modern predators, tigers in the jungle. Bishop is from a far colder, harder time. A Tyrannosaurus rex, if you will.
Claire: But he really is Amelie's father?
Myrin: He was a warlord. A murderer on a scale that you would find it difficult to fathom. I - thought he was dead, many years ago. The fact that he's come here, now - it's very bad, Claire. Very bad indeed.
Claire: But he really is Amelie's father?
Myrin: He was a warlord. A murderer on a scale that you would find it difficult to fathom. I - thought he was dead, many years ago. The fact that he's come here, now - it's very bad, Claire. Very bad indeed.
— Morganville Vampires: Feast of Fools
"That's the path you embrace, Louise, that's what you are: kind-hearted. Just by existing you are the enemy of the Light Bringer. My enemy. I hate you so badly I'm in pain from it. And you'll pay for that. Nobody hurts me and goes off to laugh about it with their friends. I'll make you the army's whore. I'll make every one of my followers fuck you. They'll keep on fucking you until your mind shatters and your heart bursts. Then when there's nothing left but a lump of insane meat bleeding its life away into the gutter I'll use the soul-killer to eradicate what's left of you from the universe, because there's no way I'll ever share a single night in hell with you. You're not that worthy."
— Quinn Dexter, The Naked God
"We have assassinated a dozen kings, five popes, half a hundred heroes and two accredited gods. We are utterly professional. My point? My point is that we are assassins. We are cutthroats. We are not scarecrows."
— Mr. Croup, Neverwhere
"I killed, I die. At least I killed like a monster kills, instead of with iron, and dying by inches. That’s Titania’s way, the Queen who stands in darkness and screams about her light. My poisons are kinder. This is how it should end. They won’t remember the way I died, but they’ll remember how I lived, forever. I was the monster under your bed, wasn’t I? I’ll be the monster waiting for your children."
— Oleander de Merelands, October Daye: Late Eclipses
"There is power in blood, and there is power in suffering, and for centuries, Blind Michael’s lands had been a constant source of suffering. He had carved the islet with his own two hands, and stabilized and expanded it on the backs of the children he destroyed. This was a graveyard that stretched from one end of the horizon to the other. No matter how far we walked, we would still be walking in the footprints of the dead."
— October Daye on the actions of Blind Micheal, October Daye: The Brightest Fell
"The best way to describe Lamashtu is evil in its purest, most concentrated form. In ancient times, she was feared throughout Mesopotamia for her bloodlust. She was best known as an enemy of children, especially the unborn. But her craving for depravity didn't stop there—she was infamous for murdering men and women as well, feasting on the blood of her victims, and driving her victims mad with nightmares prior to dispatching them."
— Dr. Campbell on Lamashtu, On Devil's Wings
"He's evil to the bone. His primary power is to make people feel a mad need to sacrifice whoever they love. Only now, that need will be contagious—the lust to slaughter in Cruach's name—passing from person to person."
— Lucia the Huntress on Crom Cruach, Pleasure of a Dark Prince
"Look and see me, puny man. Look upon Barlow, who has passed the centuries as you have passed hours before a fireplace with a book. Look and see the great creature of the night whom you would slay with your miserable little stick. Look upon me, scribbler. I have written in human lives, and blood has been my ink. Look upon me and despair!"'
— Kurt Barlow taunting Ben as he's prepared to stake him, 'Salem's Lot
"I love to observe the look of pure horror that crosses a man’s face when he realizes that he is, without doubt, going to die… And that is the look I’m talking about."
— Jonathan Killian, Scarecrow
"They had gotten a sheet on The Webmaster from Mexican authorities. McKenna had seen sadism in his time, but nothing that approached Webmaster. Serial killers were nice guys compared to him. (Killed) a U.N. Peacekeeper in Congo and Bosnia. Accused of the rape and killing of three Serbian girls... In Mexico, he was put on trial for seventeen counts of mass murder. That is seventeen separate mass murders of families at the request of the cartel. Someone had short-changed a Don, so the guy's two little girls were kidnapped and massacred on tape (by Webmaster), then the video was left in the mailbox of the father. The same for the wife, and finally his turn came. There were DVDs of home invasions with masked men raping wives and daughters in front of their fathers, forcing the father to have sex with the kid, then executing them one by one. (Webmaster) was never convicted. No wonder the jurors acquitted."
— Detective McKenna on The Webmaster and his rap sheet, The Schwarzschild Radius
"[Keith] was good at what he did. Good at pretending not to be a monster... the night of our honeymoon is when I found out that the future I had headed into was a place made in hell... it was like the opposite of Halloween. Instead of being a human wearing a monster mask, Keith was monster wearing a human mask. I was a virgin when I married him. He stayed sweet, right up to the point he carried me across the threshold of that cheap hotel room. Once the door closed, the mask came off... I'll never forget that smile. Hitler might have smiled like that when he thought about Jews dying in one of his horrible camps... I think it was his voice, more than what he was doing, that scared me. It was calm and flat and—normal. It didn't fit with what he was doing, not at all. He put me on my knees and... you couldn't say he had sex with me. No. I don't care that we were husband and wife. He raped me."
— Patricia Connolly on her husband, Keith Hillstead, Shadow Man
"I was wrong, Langley. You are not merely a criminal. You really are a devil, a 'Ripper'. A creature so monstrous that he would use a woman for his pleasure and then, when it suited him, kill not only her, but her unborn child as well."
— Sherlock Holmes to Stephen "Chilford Ripper" Langley, Sherlock Holmes and the Chilford Ripper
"Alexandre Moreau is nothing less than an inhuman fiend, a Frankenstein brought to life. He has no humanity. He ordered one of his atrocious creatures to kill me. Left unchecked, who knows what he might unleash upon the world? Would you really create a world of those rats with Moreau as their ruler? The mind rebels at such a thought...Moreau wants but one thing: power. He creates servants, and he rules through fear and pain. He has no interest in benefiting his fellow man. He had foregone his research into universal blood transfusion when I first knew him; that only provided the veil for his true interests. Perhaps you have never looked into the eyes of a monster...but I have. And now I see the situation is worse than ever. He must be stopped, once and for all. This time I shall not fail."
— Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes and the House of Pain
"I'll tell you what it was, girl. I was younger than you, six, maybe seven. A woodcarver set up shop in the village under my father's keep, and to buy favor he sent us gifts. The old man made marvellous toys. I don't remember what I got, but it was Gregor's gift I wanted. A wooden knight, all painted up, every joint pegged separate and fixed with strings, so you could make him fight. Gregor is five years older than me, the toy was nothing to him, he was already a squire, near six foot tall and muscled like an ox. So I took his knight, but there was no joy to it, I tell you. I was scared all the while, and true enough, he found me. There was a brazier in the room. Gregor never said a word, just picked me up under his arm and shoved the side of my face down in the burning coals and held me there while I screamed and screamed. You saw how strong he is. Even then, it took three grown men to drag him off me. The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like."
— Sandor Clegane telling Sansa Stark how he got his scars from his brother Gregor, A Song of Ice and Fire: A Game of Thrones
"You're the ugliest woman I've ever seen, but don't think I can't make you uglier. You want a nose like mine? Fight me, and you'll get one. And two eyes, that's too many. One scream out o' you, and I'll pop one out and make you eat it, and then I'll pull your fucking teeth out one by one.."
— Rorge threatening Brienne of [[Tarth Tarth]] before trying to rape her, A Song of Ice and Fire: A Storm of Swords
"They should all be put to the sword," Joffrey declared suddenly. "The Mallisters and Blackwoods and Brackens...all of them. They're traitors. I want them killed, Grandfather. I won't have any generous terms. The king turned to Grand Maester Pycelle. "And I want Robb Stark's head too. Write to Lord Frey and tell him. The king commands. I'm going to have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast."
"So Ser Hyle told me. May the Seven save you, child. It's said he leaves a trail of butchered babes and ravished maids behind him. The Mad Dog of Saltpans, I have heard him called."
— Septon Meribald speaking about Rorge, A Song of Ice and Fire: A Feast for Crows
"He is a great hunter, and women are his favorite prey. He strips them naked and sets them loose in the woods[...] When Ramsay catches them he rapes them, flays them, feeds their corpses to his dogs, and brings their skins back to the Dreadfort as trophies. If they have given him good sport, he slits their throats before he skins them. Elsewise, t'other way round."..."The Boltons have always been as cruel as they are cunning, but this one seems a beast in human skin."
Chernobog would drink up the whole mountain and all the Staryk in it, and then he'd go back to Lithvas and suck everyone dry there as well... I recognized that hunger: a devouring thing that would gulp down lives with pleasure, and that would never be satisfied.
— Miryem on Chernobog, Spinning Silver
Aubrey Rose Wadsworth: Well? Why did you kill those women one way and begin murdering others here differently?
H.H. Holmes (aka Jack the Ripper): Oh, I've found the method of killing isn't what excites me. It's death. Whether I strangle someone or flay them open, exposing their innermost secrets, or watch as they slowly asphyxiate behind a closed door, it's their pain, their inability to conquer death, that thrills me.
H.H. Holmes (aka Jack the Ripper): Oh, I've found the method of killing isn't what excites me. It's death. Whether I strangle someone or flay them open, exposing their innermost secrets, or watch as they slowly asphyxiate behind a closed door, it's their pain, their inability to conquer death, that thrills me.
— Stalking Jack the Ripper: Capturing the Devil
"It took (Adrik) Thorsen three minutes to destroy the platform. Bodies floating everywhere, a cloud of death surrounding the distant Earth, as it always had. In two more minutes, he had used the particle cannon to neutralize his own troopers as well. History had too often shown that great men were brought down by those who dared to share the glory for others' actions. Thorsen felt no remorse because (he felt) none was warranted."
Cosinga Palpatine: Murder has always been in your thoughts, hasn't it? You've merely been waiting for someone to grant you permission to act.
Sheev Palpatine: I don't need anyone's permission.
Cosinga: Precisely. You're an animal at heart.
Sheev: King of the beasts, Father.
Sheev Palpatine: I don't need anyone's permission.
Cosinga: Precisely. You're an animal at heart.
Sheev: King of the beasts, Father.
— Darth Plagueis, before Palpatine murders his family
"It was like an anthem to Ninedenine, and its stirring chords brought forth associative files of her most grandiose plans for retooling whole work forces of droids, reconnecting limb after limb in a pattern of thousands to create vast undulating sheets of twisting, writhing, purposeless mechanistic movement, augmented by pain-simulator buttons wired into feedback loops which would play their sensations not only for Ninedenine, but back into the droids who made up the fully active symphony of pain, intensifying the signals to inexpressible powers of delight."
— Tales from Jabba's Palace, "A Bad Feeling: The Tale of EV-9D9"
Teller: It’s rule by fear. You’re not just demanding submission, you’re generating evil.
Wilhuff Tarkin: Then evil will have to do.
Teller: What transforms a man into a monster, Tarkin?
Wilhuff Tarkin: Then evil will have to do.
Teller: What transforms a man into a monster, Tarkin?
Heck Tate: [Ewell] wasn't crazy- mean as hell. Low-down skunk with enough liquor in him to make him brave enough to kill children. He'd never have met you face to face.
Atticus: I can't conceive of a man who'd-
Tate: Mr. Finch, there's just some kind of men you have to shoot before you can say hidy to 'em. Even then, they ain't worth the bullet it takes to shoot 'em. Ewell 'as one of 'em.
Atticus: I can't conceive of a man who'd-
Tate: Mr. Finch, there's just some kind of men you have to shoot before you can say hidy to 'em. Even then, they ain't worth the bullet it takes to shoot 'em. Ewell 'as one of 'em.
"(Simon) Legree is introduced...for...bringing to the minds of honourable Southern men...a very important feature in the system of slavery...: that no Southern law requires any test of CHARACTER from the man to whom the absolute power of master is granted."
— Harriet Beecher Stowe, A Key to Uncle Tom's Cabin (can be found here
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)"We have King Artur, of Sinister Albion. For every glorious dream, there's a nightmare equivalent, somewhere in the time-streams. For every helping hand, a kick in the face. In Sinister Albion, Merlin Satanspawn decided to embrace his father's qualities instead of rejecting them, and brought up young Artur in his own awful image. Under their direction, Camelot became a place of blood and horror, where knights in terrible armour feasted on the hearts of good men, and Albion blazed from end to end with burning Wicker Men."
— John Taylor on the Sinister Albion versions of King Artur and Merlin Satanspawn, The Unnatural Inquirer
"Have you heard enough, Tom? It won't be long before you share her torment. And what she is suffering is far worse than that of a witch being tested. Think of the jabbing of sharp pins; imagine the weight of heavy rocks constricting the chest; feel the flames of the fire flickering nearer and nearer to the stake. The flesh bubbles and the blood boils. It hurts so much, but eventually death brings release. For Alice, though, there is no such respite. She is trapped in the dark for eternal torment. Eternal! That means it will go on forever! And soon I'll be back to collect you."
— The Fiend, The Wardstone Chronicles: The Spook's Destiny
"At first Cynthia didn't see the young boy hanging one the wall to the left of the door, or the instruments of torture, or the menacing metal meat-hook suspended from the ceiling... When she saw the emaciated young boy for the first time she just stood and stared, desperately wanting to believe that the horror before her was a product of her imagination... He was real. This wasn't work. It wasn't science. Her husband was a monster. There was no denying the awfulness of what he'd done."
— Cynthia Galbraith on her husband Dr. David Galbraith, White Is the Coldest Colour
"Your timing couldn't be better, my dear. You're just in time to watch the little bastard die. And then, once you've helped me dispose of the body, it will be your turn. I suspect it will be a welcome release, my dear. But, don't be under any misapprehension; you won't die easy. I'll take my time, and you will suffer. Oh yes, you'll suffer. But, not to worry, that's for later."
— Dr. David Galbraith to his wife Cynthia, White Is the Coldest Colour
"'You will die, Rat,' he said, and thrust his sword forward towards [Ciri]. 'Are not you afraid? That's because you do not know what death looks like.'
...
He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her, and forced her to stand up. Immediately he dragged her away, screaming, to the wall Mistle was lying by.
'So you do not fear death?' He growled and pushed her head down. 'Then look at that little Rat. This is death. This is how one dies. Look, there’s guts. This is blood. And that's shit, which she used to have inside of her.'"
...
He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her, and forced her to stand up. Immediately he dragged her away, screaming, to the wall Mistle was lying by.
'So you do not fear death?' He growled and pushed her head down. 'Then look at that little Rat. This is death. This is how one dies. Look, there’s guts. This is blood. And that's shit, which she used to have inside of her.'"
— Leo Bonhart, The Witcher: Tower of the Swallow
