“Jasmine had endured enough parochial schooling before middle school to have a residual attachment to the beautiful parts of believing, the certainty of knowing one is loved by something beyond comprehension, but also a niggling fear of those who believed… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Which God is the forgiving one, exactly? Old Testament, where He got His rocks off by smiting? Or New Testament, once Our Heavenly Father… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“As a man, I was a failure. A pathetic teacher lusting after Catholic school girls in short skirts. As a monster, I'm superb. It's… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“The whole concept of some stranger making his way down our chimney - not that we had one - suggested burglary more readily than… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“Maybe [aliens] have been in our lives a lot longer than we want to admit. People have always seen strange things—elves and fairies—and now… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“The seed of an urban legend finding fertile soil at the corner of tragedy and imagination.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“There was a charm in being reborn into the world when one was old enough to appreciate it.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“She hated anyone who clung to the supernatural when the natural was perfectly serviceable.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“Do you want me because you love me or because I provide you normality drag?” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“You got a vicious animal inside you. It wants to snap, it wants to attack, but it's harmless because some woman fitted a muzzle… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“He had not even done the fledgling courtesy of shredding open a major artery, anointing himself in the viscous gore, and desecrating her body.… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“[T]hese friends were of the female persuasion, and while by and large they were bi and large, they still represented potential threats on [her]… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“She kissed him… long enough he could almost hear her thoughts. Long enough that he began to know her story, know what she had… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“Shane never knew how to address her friends' parents. She wanted to call her Mrs. Eliot's Mom, but knew that the cutesiness would not… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
“I don't think I'm being harassed by little green stalkers. I don't know what's really going on, but I'd rather try to eliminate all… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share
