Enoch…knows things.

“Racath admired them — well, most of them. Not the deacon. People like the deaco…”

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Death. How may I be of service t…”

“This," Racath shouted to them. "Is freedom! Feel it, let it carry you!”

“I clench my teeth and push forward. My pen grinds out the first and eldest word…”