Evil was predictable, always painfully expected.

“Like all of my fictions, Sinner is a mirror. Look into it and you will find you…”

“…It’s not that you don’t have the capacity to accept the truth. You don’t want …”

“Kmart special over here--one bad man with a stocking over his head, holding up …”

“Come hither, my dear. Come hither, that I mightest protectest thou!”