“Then she reached to kiss him on the lips, and he let himself have that. Soft, warm, she loved him, a monstrous abomination, a Cursed One. This might be all they ever had, this moment, this kiss, this love.”

“This life, this entire world, was a crucible. It was the crusade of their times, and they were the knights, the warriors.”

“They needed to believe they had a chance.Even if they had none.They needed to believe that love and faith would win the day.Even if the day was already lost.”

“What kind of freaks are they? Katelyn thought as they continued to circle her. Is this some result of banjo inbreeding?”

“There is a moment after death when things can go one of several ways, when souls can mingle and reunite-or be forever parted. Fate throws the bones, and hearts are mended, or shattered. What tips the balance in one's favor? Is it Mercy, or Grace, or Justice-the names of the three brightest angels? Or is it Love, the name of the One True Being?”

“Witches, wolves, and moral friendThere is horror that does not endWar is waged and battles foughtBut have you stopped to count the cost?We are the ones backed by rightWe must strike with bold and mightThe cursed ones blamless beWarm them of the Hunters you see”

“As never before, he understood the vitality of tradition, the dignity of the worship of what had existed before one's own self had come into being. There was no shame in awe; there was exaltation. (“Cafe Endless: Spring Rain”)”