She had wailed loudly enough to wake the dead and make them call the cops.

I tried to picture a female version of Jim and got Jim in a dress instead. The image was disturbing.

Everyone had a weakness. It was the law of nature that for each being there was a predator, or a disease, or a vulnerability built into their very core.

The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.

The Oracle rose. As one, the three witches bowed. "See?" Bran jerked his thumb at the three women. "That's how a woman should treat a man. Next time you see me, I want you to do just like them.

Yep, Atlanta was burning. Again.

…Something isn’t right with you and this property. Strange things happen around it. I don’t know what is going on, but I will find out. You could make it easier on yourself by coming clean.” “Sure. This is a magic bed-and-breakfast and the two guys in my kitchen are aliens from outerspace.