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

But nobody can run from their own demons.

Better to be a spirit with the earth beneath you than a corpse pinned tight by the weight of the world.

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.

Don't need a degree in rocket science to do this job.

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.