Person 1: "Stay back....I have a demon inside of me."

Person 2: "Let me get closer...I have a hell inside me where your demons can live."

(from Dark Winter, #2 - out Halloween 2014)

Alas! in winter, dead and dark,Where can poor Robin go?

Lights get extinguished, darkness doesn't.

Only lucky people get haunted.

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.

On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.