Great tragedies have great consequences. They ripple through the fabric of this world and the next. When the loss is too great for either world to bear, Everlost absorbs the shock, like a cushion between the two.

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

I have no idea,' he tells her, and there is such a spark in his eye when he says it, she can tell having no idea is exactly the way he wants it.

When you truly start to care about someone you become vulnerable to all sorts of things.

The good thing about being explosive is that no one can beat you.

Revelations are never convenient, and always annoying.

History is written by the victors--and when there is no victors, it all winds up in the corporate shredders.