“Listen you little turd, don’t tell me my business. It’s not worth the risk," the Old Man snarled. "But Green … Yikes, that stings!” — Judy Byington Copy Share Image
“In the far reaches of her brain a storehouse of demeaning events evidently opened a door for Extra Sensory Perception experiences to enter.” — Judy Byington Copy Share Image
“The Old Man’s "job" was to ensure success of a certain Pagan holiday celebration–an exact opposite of LDS temple instruction that signified fellow sister-brother’s… — Judy Byington Copy Share Image
“Sounding throaty like a dog before it barfed, he said, “Put her in the chair.” — Judy Byington Copy Share Image
“Jenny couldn't believe herself a multiple. She was a mother, a nurse, not that screwball who appeared on the screen like some dysfunctional figment… — Judy Byington Copy Share Image
“(Slap) “Owhhh … ” Raymond yelled as the Old Man’s cane hit his face.” — Judy Byington Copy Share Image
“Secret ceremonies in which malevolent men and women cloaked in hooded robes, hiding behind painted faces and chanting demonic incantations while inflicting sadistic wounds… — Judy Byington Copy Share Image
“Listen you little turd, don’t tell me my business. It’s not worth the risk," the Old Man snarled. "But Green … Yikes, that stings!” — Judy Byington Copy Share Image
“When explicit thinking patterns were in charge, light waves of particular lengths were thought to stimulate Jenny’s optical nerve, changing hue of her eye… — Judy Byington Copy Share Image
“Jenny slowly awoke on the sacrificial altar to an Ethereal Light that flamed through the east wall, a radiant aura of love dispersing the… — Judy Byington Copy Share Image
