“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 of her imagination trying to find a life. Still, she was coming to a realization that… — 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 on innocent children lying on makeshift alters, or tied to inverted crosses, sounds like the stuff… — 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
