Rachel A. Marks Quotes

My teeth clench listening to him talk about her like that, like she's a means to an end. I consider socking him in the balls and then remember he doesn't have any.

Because we are not wrestling against basar vadahm (flesh and blood), but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of the choshech (darkness) of the Olam Hazeh (physical world), against the kokhot ruchaniyim ra'im (evil spiritual forces) in Shomayim (The Heavens)." ~ Ephesus 6:12

Fuck fate; the guy's a bastard.

The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It's

Hold tight to the hem of Grace and the tattered remnants of Forgiveness. I

Mom made me say it over and over, Keep it hidden, keep it safe. If anyone truly knew everything, it would freak them out in a large way. It freaks the shit out of me too, so I get it. I have no clue how I know this stuff, I just do. Like how I know the orders of angels and demons, or can tell on sight if an apparition is a ghost or a time slip, or if someone's a virgin, or if they've ever killed anyone.
Why can't I just know how to play Xbox or baseball?
It's like I fell from the fucking sky.

But it's not the destination that matters in the end. It's the journey along the way. And I have had one amazing journey.

A toilet flushes, and everyone turns to see Jax emerge from the downstairs bathroom holding a Victoria's Secret catalogue and chewing on a Red Vine. "Yo, what up," he says, oblivious. As he looks from one face to the next he stops chewing. He swallows hard. "Everything okay?" "No," I say.

eyes slowly, carefully, afraid of the

The men stop coming after Hunt goes missing. We learned from the last brave soul to visit that they whispered all sorts of stories to answer his disappearance. My favorite is that we ate him. We cooked him up with our whore-earned corn, a dozen rats' eyes, and a bat wing.
Even I couldn't have thought of anything more perfect.

The bushes are thick and smell like unripe bananas. Stiff branches and monster-sized leaves block the path, but I walk forward anyway, praying I don't end up falling off a cliff because I can't see where I'm going. I fully comprehend right now why those explorers on TV walk through the jungle dramatically whacking at leaves with three-foot-long machetes. I never thought I'd need one in LA.

He couldn't look back at the children. He couldn't think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife.
He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was life, she was his. He took her lips and tasted his freedom once more. The subtle tenderness. The hope hidden in joined breath. He took it into himself. Soaking in the peace that came with it.
And even as the rustling began he felt still, he felt calm. Scratching and scrapping within the stones, and the rustle of wings. But all Eli knew was the nature of love.

Foul language will earn you a recitation that will grow your vocabulary.

Keep it hidden, keep it safe.