A spidery prickle crawled up his neck. Even before he heard the rapid clicking, Riddick knew. Another predator had landed behind him.
	As ruthlessly efficient as the demon beasts stalking him, he slashed and spun. The move gutted one predator and the others immediately began snatching bites and chunks of their wounded kin. Without warning it all collapsed on Riddick as he realized that he had an essential part in the gruesome ballet swirling around him. Like the cosmic snake eating its eternal tail, he created and destroyed his own reality.
	Perhaps he glimpsed God’s own mirror.
	Whatever happened, it blew his soul.
-Pitch Black (page 188)