“He had a supernatural grin.”

“He grinned, a very dark and evil grin… the kind of grin that the Grinch had before he stole Christmas.”

“Was it possible? Could he be supernatural? Did supernatural beings sit meditating within two feet of humans on the beach?”

“How come she couldn't have a nice supernatural life like the girls on Charmed or even Buffy? They all had friends. Even on Supernatural, the boys had each other. What did she have? Nothing, but one damed traitor after another.”

“Already he knew something of the history of the intervening years. He had heard now of the moral decay that had followed the collapse of supernatural religion in the minds of ignoble man, the decline of public honour, the ascendency of wealth. For men who had lost their belief in God had still kept their faith in property, and wealth ruled a venial world.”

“Another big ripping sound. Jesus. Had they brought supernatural dynamite in to tear the whole place apart?”