“husband and my family and the better half of WriterDog. Prologue”

“You've always had me.. and my heart. My soul. Everything. I wish it hasn't taken this long for me to man up. That family of mine..nearly killed me. And not just thanks to that Honor Guard of theirs.”

“Next time you think of me like that , say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.”

“Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.”

“Now tell me something. What’s your word for husband?” “Hellren, I suppose. The short version is just hell.” She laughed softly. “Go figure.”

“Love’em or hate’em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.”

“I thought symphaths didn't have a conscience." "I'm half my mother's boy, too. So I have a little." "Aren't you lucky." The Reverend's chin dipped down, and his eyes flashed pure, purple evil for a split second. Then he smiled. "No… all the rest of you are fortunate.”