Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.
Billy squinted at me. "Why are you letting them go?" "Because they're real." "How do you know?" "The one I was holding crapped on my hand.
Molly was arrested. Possession.” I blinked at him. “She was possessed?
Knight takes Knight,” I called into the cloudy night air. “Check.
Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera.
My main source for faith-based stuff is mostly the Bible, and a childhood with a much, much higher-than-median exposure to theological thought.