Just your average boy-meets-girl, girl-kills-people story. . .
Cas Lowood has inherited an unusual vocation: He kills the dead.
So did his father before him, until his gruesome murder by a ghost he sought to kill. Now, armed with his father's mysterious and deadly athame, Cas... read more
“I watch him with amusement. There's a blue light special on territorial jocks in aisle four.”Theseus Cassio Lowood
“I peek over the back of the couch and there she is, my goddess of death, her hair snaking out in a great black cloud, her teeth grinding hard enough to make living gums bleed.”Theseus Cassio Lowood
“Yes. Smashing. You'll be just like those four chaps in the movie. You know the one, with the oversized marshmallow.”Gideon Palmer
“But hey, at least we'll have this strange story to tell, love and death and blood and daddy-issues. And holy crap, I'm a psychiatrist's wet dream.”Theseus Cassio Lowood
“I live dangerously enough. Now what's this about condoms or tigers?”Theseus Cassio Lowood
“'Driving into unmoving clouds,' she whispers. 'Things are going to take longer than you expect'”Mrs. Lowood
“But hey, at least we'll have this strange story to tell, love and death and blood and daddy-issues. And holy crap, I am a psychiatrists wet dream.”Theseus Cassio Lowood
I’ve seen most of what there is to be afraid of in this world, and to tell you the truth, the worst of them are the ones that make you afraid in the light. The things that your eyes see plainly and can’t forget are worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination. Imagination has a poor memory; it slinks away and goes blurry. Eyes remember for much longer.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
Over the course of my life I’ve been to lots of places. Shadowed places where things have gone wrong. Sinister places where things still are. I always hate the sunlit towns, full of newly built developments with double-car garages in shades of pale eggshell, surrounded by green lawns and dotted with laughing children. Those towns aren’t any less haunted than the others. They’re just better liars. I like it more to come to a place like this, where the scent of death is carried to you on every seventh breath.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
shutters hanging crooked on their windows so they look like wounded eyes.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
But hey, at least we’ll have this strange story to tell, love and death and blood and daddy-issues. And holy crap, I am a psychiatrist’s wet dream.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
By the sound of our scrambling feet you would have thought a family of hypoglycemic golden retrievers was moving in.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
I find a ghost with the strength of a storm, black eyes, and pale hands, not a dead person at all but a dead goddess. Persephone back from Hades, or Hecate half-decayed.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Thunder Bay, Ontario, is our destination. I’m going there to kill her. Anna. Anna Korlov. Anna Dressed in Blood.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
“Don’t be afraid of the dark, Cas. But don’t let them tell you that everything that’s there in the dark is also there in the light. It isn’t.”Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
“Yes. Smashing. You’ll be just like those four chaps in the movie. You know the one, with the oversized marshmallow.” You’ve got to be kidding me.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
signs that look like Charlie Brown’s t-shirt, and others proclaiming that apparently a moose is going to attack the car.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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