He falls asleep believing he's been robbed, not knowing that the summoning of demons is almost always unwitting.

There's no way for me to warn you about the terrible things that I know are going to happen.

There were hints and intimations of the shape of things to come.

Certain parts of me became a little bit forgotten, a little bit numb, a little bit dead, and it was nice to have some dead places in me for a little while, to lose a little bit of my broken mind.

It is like reading two books, one with each eye, and understanding them both.

What's happened to her? The person that she is seems like a shell designed to cover up the person that Harold once knew her to be.