Dexter thrust a pamphlet into Samuel's hand. "Greenstreet Mission. We're doing a Christmas dinner. You can get a meal and hear the word of God." Samuel smiled in relief. This, finally, he understood. "Which word?" "What?" "Well, God's said a lot of words, you know, and a word like 'it' or 'the' wouldn't be worth hearing again but its always fun listening to Him try and say aluminum.

All writers believe in the magic of books; Jim Hines has created a system where that magic becomes real, usable, and very definitely not always safe.

I'm sorry." About what?" He shrugged, made uncomfortable by the question."I'm not sure. It's a Canadian thing.

Violence is never the answer but sometimes, like with cockroaches, it is the only possible response.

What goes on between a man and his missus is nobody's business; especially where desert toppin's involved.

I tell you what I won't put up with. You chose how to behave.

Empty words show an empty mind, and silence speaks most eloquently of all.