Richard stared in stunned disbelief. 'What?'
'I wish to hurt, Richard.' She smiled distantly.
Richard sank back to the ground.
'Why?' he whispered.
Nicci folded her hands in her lap. 'Pain, Richard, is all that reach that cold dead thing within me that is my life. Pain is the only thing for which I live.'
-excerpt from Faith of the Fallen, Terry Goodkind