It was not until the next evening that he discovered he had a page from Leviticus stuck to his back. - Annie Proulx

For the devil had long ago taken a shine to Tert Card, filled him like a cream horn with itch and irritation. His middle initial was X. Face like cottage cheese clawed with a fork.

the old place of the Quoyles, half ruined, isolated, the walls and doors of it pumiced by stony lives of dead generations. The aunt felt a hot pang. Nothing would drive them out a second time.

And three lucky stones strung on a wire to keep the house safe.