Maybe everyone in the world was this inconsistent, this fragmented. All we could see of each other -- all we could see of ourselves -- was a ragged person-shaped outline, a game of connect-the-dots without enough dots.

“Fantasy involves that which general opinion regards as impossible; science fict…”

“Jesus, he 's blogger," Pax said. "Arrest him, Deke.”

“I met him in the hospital.' I saw the eyebrow raise in my peripheral vision. 'Y…”

“Divine essence?' I said. 'Hey, I'm Fat Boy, I'll possess a guy and make him eat…”