Quotes from Brom

A hard grimace set on Abitha's face. "If it is a witch they want," she hissed, "then a witch they shall have.

That is not what you want, that is what you need. You are not made out of needs, you are made out of your dreams and desires.

Peter kept walking.

Steady," Peter said, not losing a step. "Have to keep steady or all is lost.

Peter wore a grin from ear to ear. "You did great!

Just be careful what you say. Don't upset him." "You mean the Grumpus guy?" "It's Krampus.

Abitha managed to be astounded by the impossible: a Puritan minister and the Devil praying together, praying to Jesus and Mother Earth and who knew what else, all in an effort to save her.

For the world is a hard place and nothing comes without a price.

If not so tragic, it would be laughable. Both sides os blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see that they were all fighting for the same thing- for the men to leave this island. Insanity!

Peter shook his head, knowing that soon this little boy would be just as mean as these bigger kids, because meanness had an ugly way of spreading.

She called to them: the cicadas , the moths, the beetles, and fireflies, the little gnats and mosquitos, the thousands and thousands of little mosquitos. And they responded, their tiny voices swelling, coming together like a song, filling the woods with their melody as they flew to her, swarming and swirling together like a growing storm cloud.

Man has only himself to fear now . . . he has become his own worst devil.

wanted, a pretty lie, and they believed, because a pretty lie is easier to believe than an ugly truth.

Abitha could see that these people believed, truly believed, that they were doing God's work here this day. And there was something about these people that horrified Abitha even worse than those whose faces were lined with cruelty. As at least cruelty was a thing that could be pointed out, confronted. But this belief, this absolute conviction that this evil they were doing was good, was God's work—how, she wondered, how could such a dark conviction ever be overcome?

Jesse couldn't picture a more desolate setting to meet his end. He watched the water drops gather and slide down the windshield, remembered how as a child he'd pretend they were eating each other, tried to pretend he was sitting in the back of his daddy's car now heading over to Grandma's for dinner.

Krampus's voice trailed off, he glanced at Jesse. Jesse's head lay on his shoulder, his eyes closed; there came no sign of breath. "It appears I am talking to myself." Krampus crossed his arms atop his chest and grunted.

You are free. The world is yours. got take it.

Does mankind truly hate itself? How can one surmount such irreverence?

How will I make a people who do not understand the power of belief believe?

He looked up at the stars as though drinking in their magic, then back at her.

Yule is the true spirit of Mother Earth. Yule is the rebirth of the seasons. Without Yuletide, Mother Earth cannot heal herself . . . will wither and die. That is why it is so important that I reawaken the spirit within mankind. Help them to believe again. Because it is their power of belief, their love and devotion, that heals the land.

Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another. If it wasn't drugs, then there was always something else.

Julio was willing to bet that Officer "I've Seen It All" Mac had never seen a horde of black-skinned demons wearing rags and armor and carrying swords and spears, dragging a naked woman and a chubby boy by a rope. No, he was willing to bet his left nut that even officer Mac had never seen such a thing.

You swore to me. Does your word mean nothing?" Peter smiled wickedly, like someone who had just called checkmate. "I had my fingers crossed." "What? What the fuck are you talking about?" "That's the rules. You forgot to check.