Lost race? The Prince studied Orayna, trying to see something inhuman in her. Why have I never heard of these ‘Rathiuel’? Because, Azaroth rapped his knuckles on the Prince’s skull, you do not care to read. - Leonard G. Mokos
A kind of silence, if I may say, was walking through the house, and, like most silence, it was not silent at all: it rapped on the doors, echoed in the clocks, creaked on the stairs, leaned forward to peer into my face and explode. - Truman Capote