What happened, then? You're stomping through every puddle you can find and look like you're going to punch the first person you see." "Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty

I'm telling you, I wanted to. But I was trapped. You of all people should know what it's like being caught between groups

Life’s like that. As we grow and change, some things we’ve experience before take on new meaning. It’ll happen for the rest of your life.

The world of the dead wonʹt give you up a second time.

I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?

Sage.” He laughed. “I’m into anything, so long as you’re with me.

I’d seen him fight before, but it never got old. He was captivating. He never stopped moving. Every action was graceful and lethal. He was a dancer of death.