Killing Is Easy," Said Mo, "dying Is

Nothing Is More Frightening Than A Fear You Cannot Name.

My Son Always Says I Like Very Weird Music.

-you Forgot Something Important! -what? -it's Under My Sweater! -what?! -me!

Women Were Different, No Doubt About It. Men Broke So Much More Quickly. Grief Didn't Break Women. Instead It Wore Them Down, It Hollowed Them Out Very Slowly.

And There Stood Basta With His Foot Already On Another Dead Body, Smiling. Why Not? He Had Hit His Target, And It Was The Target He Had Been Aiming For All Along: Dustfinger’s Heart, His Stupid Heart. It Broke In Two As He Held Farid In His Arms, It Simply Broke In Two, Although He Had Taken Such Good Care Of It All These Years.