Darkness loves him.
Was that true?
How could she say, when she didn't even know what it meant?
You know. Daddy's prize was a kiss.
Lisey had turned her head so swiftly on the pillow she might have been slapped by an invisible hand. Shut up about that!
No answer... no answer... and then, slyly: Darkness loves him. He dances with it like a lover and the moon comes up over the purple hill and what was sweet smells sour. Smells like poison.