The Mediator #1: Shadowland

even in the cruelest human being there can exist a flower of good. Maybe just the tiniest blossom, in need of water and sunlight, but a flower just the same

“Hey! Watch your mouth.” I shot her a dirty look. “This guy’s a priest, you know.”

‘Heav’n has no rage like love to hatred turn’d, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.’

“Tourette’s Syndrome,” I said. “It’s a neurological disorder that causes people to say things they don’t really mean. Do you have it?”