We were at the door to my building and I stopped us just short of it. The door was fifteen feet high and made of carved wood, a beautiful thing. "Look at this door. Sometimes when I'm going in I stop and look at it because the guy who made it obviously did the job with love." (Sleeping in Flame) The door was one of those enormous wooden things you often see in Europe that date back to a time when the purpose of a door was not only to close off the outside world, but also to keep out the demons and hounds of hell. Caitlin needed both hands to struggle it open. (From the Teeth of Angels)