“Not like his mother. Even as he felt guilty for leaving her, he hated her for it. Leaving home was what kids were supposed to do—grow up, get out, start a life. The mortification he’d feel if he couldn’t make… — Ania Ahlborn Copy Share Image
“Even he knew that if demons could exist, it meant there was real evil in the world, and if you believed in the devil,… — Ania Ahlborn Copy Share Image
“Everyone, it seemed, whether a hardened criminal or a father of two, wanted to find some semblance of peace before exhaling a final breath.” — Ania Ahlborn Copy Share Image
“They were the type who held neighborhood barbecues and ran through wheat fields on the Fourth of July. These were people Andrew wished he… — Ania Ahlborn Copy Share Image
“You hold up a cross to protect yourself from Satan and he laughs in your face; you serve a vampire a roasted garlic appetizer and he comes back for seconds...on your neck. If this were Hollywood, the priest would be the culprit. He’d turn to his congregation, hold out his arms as if to embrace them, and smile a demon’s… — Ania Ahlborn Copy Share
“It didn’t matter how much he had done for her or how hard he had tried, because in the end he hadn’t tried hard enough. He had failed. And he had run. And nobody was going to give a shit about how he had given up college, how he had lost the only girl he’d ever loved, how he had… — Ania Ahlborn Copy Share
“The craziest of them all seem nice and normal and happy until some vital part of their brain fries like bad wiring.” — Ania Ahlborn Copy Share Image
“They were unlikely neighbors, and unlikely neighbors were the most likely to give each other trouble.” — Ania Ahlborn Copy Share Image
“Because he knew it was either him or Andrew, and Mickey wasn’t ready to die.” — Ania Ahlborn Copy Share Image
“Not like his mother. Even as he felt guilty for leaving her, he hated her for it. Leaving home was what kids were supposed… — Ania Ahlborn Copy Share Image
“He’d polished that old coffee table a few times since he had arrived, but the dust seemed to meander from room to room like… — Ania Ahlborn Copy Share Image
