And next to Allie, the screamer, once more reminded of his job, began to wail in Allie's ear. Reflexively Allie clapped her hand over his mouth. "That," she said, "is totally uncalled for. Don't do that again. Ever." The screamer looked at her with worried eyes. "Are we clear on this subject?" said Allie. The screamer nodded and she removed her hand. "Can I scream a little?" he asked. "No," said Allie. "Your screaming days are over." "Darn." And he was quiet thereafter.

Because if their own parents didn't care enough about them to keep them, who would want them in Heaven?

And he thinks that if his soul had a form, this is what it would be. A baby sleeping in his arms.

Lev smiles. "Leave it to you to turn someone else's screwup into gold

She plays music to heal herself, but nothing can heal her brokenness.

They were the screams of riders torn apart by the twisted reflections of their own inner selves.

You know that feeling you get when your leg falls asleep? Well, I suddenly had that feeling in my spine. Like termites were chewing through the marrow in my backbone.