But that was the trouble with ancient artifacts - no one really knew what they did.

I like what you've done to your face," Ben said, tapping his eye.

It was unsettling to be in love with someone who looked like the face in her nightmares.

Never accept the blame for what evil people do. We are all responsible for our own actions.

She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.

Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach.

If there was such evil in the world, was it possible that there was good, too?