Struck

A piece of advice: if you want to remain in control of a doomsday cult, don't give a date for the end of the world unless you're really, really sure it's going to happen. Being wrong tends to undermine your authority.

When you've been struck by lightning as many times as I have, you start to expect the worst pretty much all the time.

Give your false prophet a message for me. Tell him Jesus befriended the whores and the thieves and the sinners. Tell him his Old Testament God is dead. God doesn't punish the wicked and save the righteous. God is love.

-I thought you were dead. -I was, a bit.

-You said this wasn't a cult. -Secret society. There's a difference. -Not from where I'm standing. -Then take a seat.

As his older sister, it was my job to lie to him in the name of easing his troubled mind.

-Who's that guy? -What guy? -The one I saw go up the stairs to your room with you. -Oh, that guy.

I'd always avoided wearing white...my least favorite absence of color.

That’s insane! But then, we’re talking about a religious cult here, and cult followers aren’t renowned for their rationality.