Quotes from Brom

The dead should not speak, for their words smell of rot

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

There is so precious little magic left in this world . . . so little. Why must your ambitions come at such a cost?

Silly man, no one is asking you to denounce anyone. Only to open your heart. To invite them all into your house.

And my eyes, too, have been opened," Krampus said. "For I clearly see that mankind has not yet forgotten who they are. That deep down their wild spirit still burns. That they need only a little nudge to be set free." Krampus grinned, beamed. "And I will always be there to give them that nudge . . . in some shape or form, no matter what games the gods may play.

I am not Abitha. Abitha was murdered. I am the witch, and the witch cares not for your tears.

and a man who spends Christmas by himself was indeed a man alone in the world.

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. What is it you wish and dream of?

She could sense them all around her now, their pain, their hunger, their need,

You just might make a good devil yet.

Abitha laughed loud and hard, realized it was more than this bawdy song, it was being able to let her hair down, to be her vulgar, sassy self in front of someone again, even if that someone might be the Devil himself.

Abitha is dead, they killed her, all that is left is wrath and malice … my restless soul. Do you understand?

You killed my Booka," she hissed. "I loved my Booka.

And what do you think of that? Abitha asked herself. "I think it is wonderful.

Father smiled.

I hope there is something left for you in this life," Abitha said, and turned and headed away.

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.