“Please, call me Lucifer...Wreckage has told me all about you...I think you'll fit right in with my little family of misfits...”

“You see, when I was growing up I watched my mother battle with cancer...she died when I was 15 after going through five years of treatment...and during all that time you could see that the treatment was like torture to her...It seemed like the doctors were pumping her full of chemicals just to prolong the suffering...so when I saw the chance to make a difference, I was determined to get it right!”

“The history of yesterday, and the mysterys of tomorrow will never defeat me when I share the gift of today with others, because inside I know that I am based on a true story”

“I really like it when a bad dream doesn't scare you...it inspires you instead'.”

“I have been writing now for over a week. I find it cleansing, refreshing; it is good for me.” (p.531)”

“In recovery, it's all about putting one foot in front of the other. As a writer, it's all about putting one word next to another on a page. ”

“Lift your head to me...’ His is the kiss of a timorous lover. Feel his inhuman lips on the throat, the heat of it. The bite, when it comes, is cold. Begin to sink as the blood flows into his mouth; it is almost soothing. No pain. No pain at all. His teeth grind into the muscles; ecstasy and torment. Life, the very being, is flowing out. Unholy nourishment. Holy nourishment. Drained slowly.The trauma of it feels like being torn, but it is no more than suddenly having the ability to experience reality in a different way. Waiting for the end... for what? Cannot foretell. No longer flesh, no longer blood. Soul. Free.”