Murphy watched me thoughtfully for several empty seconds. Then she said, very gently, "You're a good man, Harry." I swallowed and bowed my head, made humble by the tone of her voice and the expression on her face, more than the words themselves. Not always rational," she said, smiling. "But you're the best kind of crazy.

I put on the boots and kicked some monster ass.

Being here? With you? I've met my subconscious, and he's not that sick.

At the moment I was mad enough to chew up nails and spit out paper clips.

I died. I died and someone made a clerical error and I am in Heaven.

I will make Maggie safe. If the world burns because of that then so be it. Me and the kid will roast some marshmallows.

Bob wasn't precisely a friend to me but... I was used to him. In a way he was family, the mouthy, annoying, irritable cousin who was always insulting you but who was definitely at Thanksgiving dinner. I had never considered the possibility that one day he might be something else.