close to it. I’m too good and it’s too evil.” “Really.” He could not have said it more dryly. “What do you mean, ‘really’?” I said defensively. “Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin, Mac. Get tossed in the air enough, it’s easy to come down on the wrong side. Maybe the Book knows something about you that makes you different. Makes it want you. Makes it think if you flipped sides, you’d be worth more to it than any of the rest of us.”
