As we of the holy scalpel know, a corpse is nothing but the cast-off garment—a finite quantity of muscle, sinew, bone. By asserting this, we prove that we have triumphed over superstition. We have conquered the bleak, elemental fear that the living harbor for the dead. There came a time when I thought Phillipa Pike deserved everything she got. Not on that first day, though. I'm almost ashamed to admit it now, but on that first day, I was as much in love with Phillipa as anyone can ever be with... read more
