
“This feather business – not a very exact science, is it? Feathers are about half a gram, and hearts are three hundred. Am I missing something, or is there a reason Hell is always so busy?”

“This feather business – not a very exact science, is it? Feathers are about half a gram, and hearts are three hundred. Am I missing something, or is there a reason Hell is always so busy?”
“Oleander? The flowers themselves are beautiful as well as deadly. A single leaf can kill a human. The toxin oleandrin...
“You may call me Oleander.” The God smiled. “Is there anything I can help you with? You seem… lost?”