“I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.”

“Are you thankful for not being young?''Yes, sir. If I was young, it would all have to be gone through again, and the end would be a weary way off, don't you see?...”

“Thank you," the young mother said again. "Thank you.""The Black Tower protects," Logain heard himself say. "Always.""I will send him to you to be tested when he is of age," the woman promised, holding her son. "I would have him join you, if he has the talent."The talent. Not the curse. The talent.”

“Why would Dad call you? I mean, you have to admit that he would have been better off calling the local prison and asking them to send out one of the convicted killers to come find me. - Shella”

“JOH! Thank God I found you.”“I have 9022 gods listed in my database. Must I thank all of them?”

“You're quite the humanitarian. By the way, thanks a fuck of a lot for leaving me off your who-to-save list.You're on it, Alfredo Garcia. I just didn't want to say it out loud and have you call me Nancy or Tinker Bell.Yeah, I would have done that.”