"When death arrives, the very life inside of you knows its own fate; it writhes and claws with a ferocity that has no equal. Then in a quick moment, there is no more pain and you can hear the sound of death. She travels to you gently, as though water had been suspended in the air in-between. The sound of her voice greets you with a messenger's reverence and a diplomat's neutrality so that you might be soothed by her meaning and calmed by her presence."
- E.B. Hudspeth, The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black














