Christa Faust

“Do you mean you were attacked from behind?”

— Christa Faust

“Whoever did this may still be here.”

— Christa Faust

“Belly?” he called. “Belly, are you here?”

— Christa Faust

“Why didn’t he show up?”

— Christa Faust

“Ant hands, he could handle. Pun intended.”

— Christa Faust

Help me. Please, God help me.

— Christa Faust

“His name was Winchester. John Winchester.”

— Christa Faust

“Where the hell is Nina?”

— Christa Faust

“In my dream I can,” he said. “In my dream, I have hands. With claws.”

— Christa Faust

“She picked up the lazy cat. “I’ll just hang out down here with Cat-Mandu.”

— Christa Faust

“Here the scent of fake roses was underscored with the bright iron reek of blood.”

— Christa Faust

“But she wasn’t there, leaving the unarmed Walter alone and unprotected.”

— Christa Faust

“Hey,” he replied. “Got a light?” she asked, raising an unlit cigarette to her chapped lips.”

— Christa Faust

“The graveyard shift was his favorite time of night.”

— Christa Faust

“As they stood there, anguished wails continued to come from within.”

— Christa Faust

“She looked as if she had been mauled by a tiger.”

— Christa Faust

“Even if she realized that they didn’t want her overhearing their conversation, she didn’t seem to care at all.”

— Christa Faust

“He reached for a pencil and a blank sheet of paper from a stack beside Nina’s typewriter, and began to fill it…

— Christa Faust

“So from here on out, we need to find a way to fight the killer with brains, not brawn. Attack this problem…

— Christa Faust

“His body and mind seemed fueled by the arcane energy burning inside his flesh, and the only time he ever felt tired…

— Christa Faust

“Try Reiden,” he said. “My God,” Walter said, putting his own food aside and grabbing the pencil.”

— Christa Faust

“Of course, this kind of speculation was a waste of mental energy, and he knew it. All they could do at that…

— Christa Faust

“In fact, the idea of being locked in a small room seemed kind of comforting. Almost womblike in a strange way.”

— Christa Faust

“Information that might be useful—or at least good to know before we open the way again. Forewarned is forearmed.”

— Christa Faust

“She felt warm and satisfied, but all the questions and uncertainty about the true nature of their connection still lurked there in…

— Christa Faust

“Yes,” Bell admitted. “I have no idea how it could have happened, when she wasn’t even tripping.” “Clearly she was the one…

— Christa Faust

“I tried all the basic approaches,” he said. “Including the one those teachers used to crack the cipher he sent to the…

— Christa Faust

“Perhaps, in our heightened state, we pick up weak psychic energy around us, such as the angst of a teenager, for instance,…

— Christa Faust

“And those who were awake and walking the streets were a fascinating blend of the wild, the lost, and the forgotten. Very…

— Christa Faust

“We can analyze what went wrong and discuss our own responsibility or lack thereof in private, but shouting that we are responsible…

— Christa Faust

“Dean had never quite imagined his life might end like this. Naked in a Tijuana brothel with an eighty-year-old woman dressed like…

— Christa Faust

“We could spend the rest of our lives trying to randomly guess his keyword. And worse, I’m fairly certain he’s using multiple…

— Christa Faust

“The cement bunnies remained serene and unaffected by the chaos.”

— Christa Faust

“He would feel horrible if anything happened to her and her baby, all because of him.”

— Christa Faust

“Walter suddenly became aware of a strange chill seeping into his lower body.”

— Christa Faust

“There was no tiger. No intruder. No signs of a break-in.”

— Christa Faust

“In my dream, I have hands,” Walter repeated softly under his breath.”

— Christa Faust

“I want to be wrong. I want this all to have a reasonable...”

— Christa Faust

“Going through the motions, like a person who was already dead and just didn’t know it yet.”

— Christa Faust

“What exactly are you planning to put on the claim? Act of God?”

— Christa Faust