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.

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

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

“You remember Ernest Angley? TV healer. He’d slap people’s foreheads—whap!—and t…”

“If this is what it's like to be human, he thought, no wonder the world is so fu…”