SnowySilence

“He lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "That was different. That was a true hell dimension."

I gaped at him. For, like, a really long time. "I'm sorry," I said, not the least bit sorry. "Are you suggesting that my hell dimension was less hellish than yours?”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“I’m not sure I can physically handle much more of this “getting out of bed” nonsense.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“cities like this, one’s neighbors often became one’s family. It was something that didn’t happen enough in the United States.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave

“I smiled and looked down a microsecond before gasping in horror. The white gown I'd materialized in was like gauze and completely see-through. I slammed the jeans to my chest and hugged them, searching for the little boy, but he'd ducked back behind the lockers.

"That poor kid is going to be scarred for life. Or, well, afterlife."

Reyes chuckled. "Yeah, I doubt that.”
― Darynda Jones, Summoned to Thirteenth Grave