There is no light at the end of the tunnel for us. We are who we are.

She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

As she walked to the stairway, he pulled her back with a light tug on her shoulder. "They're responding to you now." Turning to face him, she said, "Responding to me? What did I say?" "The hallway was full of them. When you said we were going downstairs to eat, they started filing down the stairs." "They all took the stairs?" Eddie nodded, his shining, gifted eyes watching the ghostly procession. He said, "They don't want to be far from you, Jess. And I'm not entire sure it's well intentioned." "Come to use," the voices whispered.

We're not in a fairytale story. This is not a movie. Scriptwriters don't write our fates. We do.

Yeah, try wearing a piss cutter for eight years_ then it wouldn__ be so bad.

What I saw there was my own death.