Every time I question him about the feasibility, he smiles at me like he's Yoda and I'm just a dumbass without the Force.

I’ve been Obeahed by an Obeahman? Is this like how the Smurfs say they smurfing smurfed all the time?

God, living people are irritating.

But hey, at least we’ll have this strange story to tell, love and death and blood and daddy-issues. And holy crap, I’m a psychiatrist’s wet dream.

She crossed over death to call me. I crossed through Hell to find her.

Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will...