“It’s you, Pix. You and everybody like you. Everybody who reaches out a hand when they don’t have to. Everybody who helps somebody get up on their feet, or gets in the way of a fist so somebody weaker doesn’t… — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“favor? Stop putting real occult-underground shit in your books. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble. Or you’re gonna get me in trouble.” “Come” — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“If the world is full of monsters, someone has to be keeping us safe. Someone has to be fighting for us out there.” — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“Freedom. You humans do love to prattle on about freedom, and you barely understand the word. How much agency do you think you actually… — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“There’s no council of wizened wizards overseeing the world of magic, no hidden academies where bright-eyed and precocious youths learn the secrets of the… — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“Good. I need to arm up. All I’ve got is a gun with four bullets, and it’s a really embarrassing gun.” — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“We come into this world screaming, covered in blood and throwing punches. When all else is lost, it’s not a bad strategy.” — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“This isn’t some sweet Disney bedtime story. This is a real fairy tale. With death, and blood, and suffering. And I never promise a… — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“Everyone,” Caitlin said, cradling her wine glass, “is the hero of his own story. That goes double for fanatics. Some of the greatest horrors… — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“Simon Koertig took no pleasure from the act of murder. That wasn’t true, exactly. He took tremendous pleasure from the art of murder. Of… — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“I’ve always felt that the mark of a man is his willingness to fight for his principles. It doesn’t matter if you win or… — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“No, after all this effort, all this trouble, jumping the man in a dark alley and strangling him to death would be vulgar. When… — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
“Why are they trying to kill me?” he squealed, cupping his hands over his head. “They’re not,” I told him. “They’re trying to kill… — Craig Schaefer Copy Share Image
