Just take it from me," Donovan said. "Stay well clear of the warden. Some here think he's the devil. I don't, I don't believe in that religious talk, but I know evil when I see it. He's something rotten they dragged from the bowels of the earth, something they patched together from darkness and filth. He'll be the death of us all, every single one of us here in Furnace. Only question is when." "I know one thing," I added. "The warden certainly brings out peoples dramatic sides." Zee and Donovan both laughed through their noses.

Knackered inmates are easier to control than pumped-up ones. And dead inmates are even easier to control, if you follow me.

I helped you because you're new, and because when there's two people in a cell then there's only a fifty percent chance they'll take you.

There always has to be someone to take the punches. That's how it works. It isn't fair, it isn't right, but that kid licking slop off the floor over there means that we get to eat in peace.

This place is full of unwritten rules.

Trust me-that toilet and me were best friends for the first few days I was here.

The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.