Quotes from Christa Faust

The northwest corner featured a break in the low wall that surrounded the park, marked by a pair of rounded stone posts like silent sentinels.

There must be some correlation," he said. "There has to be!

Embarrassment has no place in scientific method!" Walter said brusquely.

Where is he?" Bell asked. "Do you think something might have happened to him?" Walter asked anxiously. "Latimer? Or maybe...

Yes," Bell admitted. "I have no idea how it could have happened, when she wasn't even tripping." "Clearly she was the one who was foremost in your thoughts in that moment," Walter said. "Not that I blame you, given her apparent aversion to brassieres, but that's something for us to analyze later.

Had the killer gotten to Iverson somehow? Was yet another person dead because of them?

So, she wasn't tripping with us, but somehow our own heightened psychic abilities caused any latent power in her to be activated, as well.

Perhaps, in our heightened state, we pick up weak psychic energy around us, such as the angst of a teenager, for instance, or the unfocused rage of a demented old man, and amplify it a hundredfold.

All the madness, all the mayhem, all the strange and heavy events of the past twenty-four hours were melting, too, washed away in warm, dopamine oblivion.

They waited nearly two hours, but it was becoming increasingly clear that, for whatever reason, he wasn't going to show.

You're acting as if you believe this is our fault." "Of course it's our fault!" Walter was almost shouting now.

But in the meanwhile, we should watch the classifieds, in case Iverson tries to contact us again.

Of course, this kind of speculation was a waste of mental energy, and he knew it. All they could do at that point was watch and wait.

She felt warm and satisfied, but all the questions and uncertainty about the true nature of their connection still lurked there in the background, like wind rattling the windows of a cozy room. It was a long time before she slept.

Why didn't he show up?

We can analyze what went wrong and discuss our own responsibility or lack thereof in private, but shouting that we are responsible out here, where that angry mob out front can hear us? That's a very bad idea.

Allan decided he needed a little recreation. Something light hearted and non-committal. A quickie.

His body and mind seemed fueled by the arcane energy burning inside his flesh, and the only time he ever felt tired was when he had gone too long between killings.

The graveyard shift was his favorite time of night.

I still think we need to stick to our original plan," Bell said. "We brought him into this world, it's up to us to send him away.

And those who were awake and walking the streets were a fascinating blend of the wild, the lost, and the forgotten. Very few of whom would be missed if they were to meet Allan in a dark alley.

The seedy single-room-occupancy hotels and low-rent apartment buildings in that neighborhood were like vending machines filled with victims.

A young couple leaving the O'Farrell Theater caught his eye, making him feel a warm, gentle nostalgia for his lover's lane phase.

Following them for a few blocks, Allan started to get the feeling they were more likely just co-stars in the live sex show on offer at the theater, rather than a genuine couple.