Then you'd better listen, because me sounding like Bronte is one of the signs of the apocalypse-and if the end fo the world is coming, good deeds could earn you Judgment day brownie points.

I'm scared," he says."I know," says the nurse."I want you all to go to Hell.""That's natural.

In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn't a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is.

This is not going to be easy. I'm good at being bad, but I'm bad at being good. I don't know the first thing about good deeds.

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

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

Can I believe in that God too?