Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

Your bird drinks whiskey and eats tobacco?" The old man frowned."Just be lad he doesn't like eatin' scrawny boys that don't know their way 'round the Otherworld.

The way she told it, she was such a criminal even the most God-fearing church ladies got bored of reporting on her; she did the marketing on Sunday, dropped by any church she liked or none at all, was a feminist (which Mrs. Asher sometimes confused with communist), a Democrat (which Mrs. Lincoln pointed out practically had "demon" in the word itself), and, worst of all, a vegetarian (which ruled out any dinner invitations from Mrs. Snow).

It’s funny how you can live somewhere your whole life, but not really see it.

Lies, lies are the place where darkness grows.

You know I love a good family feud and I carry a big stick.