“Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny's sickening corpse, at the face of their mother.”
“Despite their difference, because of their differences, they were a perfect mismatched set. Two sides of the same tarnished penny.”
“You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn if it was staring you in the face.”
“Behind him, Birgitte Silverbow stood over her corpse, one foot to either side of the headless body.”
“The point is,” Caine continued, “you and I share something in common, Sam. We were born just three minutes apart.” Sam felt a tingle go up his spine. “Three minutes,” Caine said, moving closer. “You go first. And then me.” “No,” Sam said. “It can’t be.” “It can,” Caine said. “It is. And you are… brother.”
“I don't stand for black man's side, I don't stand for white man's side, I stand for God's side.”