One last breath. We all have to take one eventually. It was over.

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

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.

You don't have friends in here, you'll soon come to understand that. You get attached to someone, then you'll just lose them. They'll get shanked or they'll jump or they'll be taken one night.

Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.

Only another twenty thousand or so days of this to go.

When you're locked up in here for life, you learn to welcome the little freedoms.