It horrified us, that all these people seemed to wish to do with life was seek its end; it appalled us that any gift so great would be so easily disregarded, as if they had grown bored with ordinary living and needed to seek out this new thrill to make up for the mundanities of existence. And very quietly, on the edge of the screams and shouts and the stench of rotting magic, was an excitement and a thrill that threatened to blanket but all sense and leave us howling like the rest.
-Kate Griffin,
A Madness of Angels