Hope is the great deceiver. Hope is the piper who leads us sleepy to our slaughter.
I think that fiction is an excellent place for us to struggle with questions of good and evil, and humanity and inhumanity.
'The Black Prism' is a story about two brothers who respect and fear and admire and contend with and shape each other. In other words, it's a story of normal brothers - who happen to be in extraordinary circumstances.
The perfect killer has no identity.
The perfect killer has no conscience.
The perfect killer has no friends. Only targets.