You remember Ernest Angley? TV healer. He’d slap people’s foreheads—whap!—and they’d flop over, quivering like fish.” She hooted in laughter. “I used to love watching him. It was like professional wrestling for Baptists.

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

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

“The question, then, was how long could a human being stay awake? Keith Richards…”

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