It's tucked away in a quiet corner, shadowed and obscured, no part of the Nightside's usual bright gaudy neon noir. It doesn't advertise and it doesn't care if you habitually pass by on the other side. It's just there for when you need it. Dedicated to the patron saint of lost causes, St. Jude's is an old old place... St. Jude's isn't a place for comfort for frills and fancies and the trappings of religion. just a place where you can talk to your god and sometimes get an answer.

When you are tired of life, come to Haven. And someone will kill you.

Keep your mind too open, and you never know what might walk in.

After all, you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.

There has been peace. There will be peace again. But right now, we have work to do.

What is the world coming to, when you can't even trust a rogue vicar and her demon lover?

You want me to sneak up on an angel and rip out its pinfeathers, so you can make a fashion statement?