“It's okay to be afraid, Jo. It's what keeps us alive. But falling to that fear is what will get you killed.”

“Tyler shrugs. "It's a big world, Jo. Who am I to say what is and isn't possible?”

“Whoa... don't go freaking out on me yet," he says with a smile, a smile I'm starting to have a real like and hate relationship with.”

“There's a transparent face that looks deep into my eyes, baring my soul, right before terror consumes me and the image becomes a black mass of horror.”

“Herbs, vials, and crap," I grumble. "Where are the massive weapons and spirit fighting spears?" "So impatient," Cooper says, mocking, and goes to pick up a tube filled with powder. "You know, these...”

“It's evil, Jo. It exists in all forms of life and death.”

“Those who work, knows the strength of labour.”

“I only have so much willpower, Helen," he whispered. "And since you apparently sleep in the most ridiculously transparent tank top I've ever seen, I'm going to have to ask you to get under the cove...”

“I'm infatuated with you, I cannot deny it. Physically speaking, you're a very attractive man. But I don't like you, the vast majority of the time. So far as I can gather, you behave abominably in p...”

“It's evil, Jo. It exists in all forms of life and death.”

“If we can become still and open-minded we might all feel that unseen hand on our shoulder, letting us know we are not alone.”

“If we an become still and open-minded, we might all feel the unseen comforting hand on our shoulder letting us know we are not alone.”

“It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other.”