The human mind is not a terribly logical or consistent place.

I stared up at the Erlking, and with my typical pithy brilliance said, "Uh-oh.

If you make some comment even obliquely alluding to menstruation or menopause and its effect on my judgment," Murphy interrupted, "I will break your arm in eleven places.

Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.

...you look like you fell out of a crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down.

Harry," Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.

But there were some things I believed in. Some things I had faith in. And faith isn't about perfect attendance to services, or how much money you put on the little plate. It isn't about going skyclad to the Holy Rites, or meditating each day upon the divine. Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others - even when there's not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.