It was one thing to talk about ghosts, quite another to have them messing around with things in the physical world.

His body jerks twice as the bullets hit him. I scream, but no sound leaves my mouth. I'm frozen in pure terror.

I studied his face, and as I did, I realized that he was studying me, our thoughts tangling in mid-air for a moment.

The future will never bend to the fleeting hopes of the man."From "Lucifer's Ladder: God of the Fallen, Book One

I despise common sense. I’ve seen the world from every possible angle. This cruel, ridiculous, beautiful world.

I've said my friend, not once, but twice, never trust a preety girl cause darkness waits a mile behind her smile!!

there are men who are ancient and determined enemies of the Church of Rome who live in perpetual hope of its destruction

Revenge hardly mends anything. The son of a bitch you want to crush does not exist. The son of a bitch is your own self.

You’re beautiful when you do that.”She dropped her gaze to his. “What’s that?”“Smile.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

He felt as though the bones of his ribcage were snapping beneath the weight of the stone that God had laid over his heart.

. . .but he'd seen elite warriors go down in flames enough times to struggle with the sovereignty of God yet yield to it

Our town carves up and spits out a few seeds each year. We all approach autumn with dread because nobody wants to be a seed.

Society tends to stick labels on everything and everyone. The label that is given to you will stick with you for a lifetime.

The last vestiges of consciousness tell her she has just witnessed her own murder, all she ever was and hoped to be is gone.