One second he was in my face, making me feel stupid and useless. The next he was like this: hovering, concerned, worried.

The upshot of her tirade was that I was the devil's spawn and should be locked up in a tower before I unleashed hordes of the living dead to slaughter them all in their sleep. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but not by much.

Oddly enough, I find the best hostages are the live ones. - Karl

Oh my God. You're a witch-hunter. I'm a witch. Hate to break it to you Daniel, but if you're a witch-hunter? You're doing it wrong." He gave me a sidelong smile. "Maybe it's not that kind of hunting." "Then you're definitely doing it wrong.

It's because when we sneeze, our soul flies out our nose and if no one says 'bless you,' the devil can snatch it.

...in some ways I relied on that- someone to keep me thinking, keep me striving to do better, keep me from burying my head and praying it all worked out.

Do I pass, Dr. Saunders?