" The fog grows stronger,” she intoned in her prophecy voice. “The danger is coming closer. This storm will end in madness and death.” North looked at her. “Out of curiosity, do you ever do happy, cheerful, positive-thinking prophecies?” “Sadly, not very often.” Harmony fell back into her normal voice. “Certainly not lately. How about dinner and a drink over at the restaurant? It’s lasagna night.” “Sounds good,” North said. "
― Jayne Ann Krentz , All the Colors of Night (Fogg Lake #2)