The hourglass runs low.

The late hour is such a friend; it has been for so many years. There is not a soul around as I carry Riley downstairs and dump him in my trunk. It is good, for I am not in the mood to kill again, and murder, for me, is very much tied to my mood, like making love. Even when it is necessary.

One does not beg for a glass of water from the devil.

But I wasn't a bad girl. I don't want to be forgotten. I want people to remember me.

Death never comes at the right time, despite what mortals believe. Death always comes like a thief.

I don't want to die!" "Then you should never been born.

In that moment, there was no place for doubt. I was sitting with the supreme being. I had always sat beside her. She was inside of me.