Once she was outside with no one around, she tore away the flesh mask and wig that she was wearing, reassuming her identity as Shea Reman, private Ferryman – like the dead Johann – working for a company that specialized in escorting people to the other world in the most glorious manner possible.
“Cease your concerns, Frunde.” Esamus’ narrow lips curled upward. “She is a comely lass but has no tongue, and neither can she read or write. That’s how I prefer all my women, slaves or not.”
We're in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the midwest, in between lost and forgotten, and rapidly approaching never-was.
"I too am inclined to believe it as well but if two men can’t maintain a friendship in the face of differing opinions then I don’t much see the point of our survival.”
“Are there only two gods in the world I’m about to inhabit?” asked Daiden. “When faced with the choice, I only noticed one other option.”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Eileen said, “But what was that about, Dylan? People stare at our house, but she was in our yard. And she’s from New Jersey of all places. No one from New Jersey is real!”
But most of all she sensed terror; and not all of it her own.
“Are you hurt? Someone else asked.
Must be an insane woman to want a man like you, Iola thought, but didn’t wish to lower herself to his level by saying so.
Gold was often more than enough to sway loyalty.
...like a ship lost at sea looking for a beacon from the land.
He stared at her for a long while before asking back, "What if I am Josh?"
“If you say it was bigfoot, I will hurt you.”
“Max! You useless cunt, wake up and do something!”
"Maybe I should steal a horse and go to class dressed in white. Do you think they sell prince costumes my size at Walmart?”
“There is no point in such sentiment,” said Daiden, politely. “In my time interacting with Ehedus, I requested the erasure of my existence from this world. That’s when I was granted my name – Daiden Lost, lost to the world that once raised me, loved me, cared for me.”
“Love!” Muiranda’s silvery laugh sent a shiver through Iola. “Young Love, so carefree and optimistic.”
"Because that's how you tame a beast, show him that it can trust you."
“He’s setting up an elaborate contraption to prank you with,” Master said winking.
“But you were the one who set off a chain of lighting through the living area!”
This one life was enough, to live and cherish, to exist and then when the time came, to leave it all behind with the satisfaction of living on one’s own terms.
An unreadable hieratic scrawl with a transliteration written by an associate of the Professor’s that he only referred to as Mr. Crocodile.