We didn't die,' she said. Of course not. I'm too clever to die, and you're too pretty.' I am pretty,' Valkryie said, managing a grin.

You said I was your number-one pick." "And you are. In our hearts. Alphabetically, though, Dusk comes before you.

I'm sorry? No more smooches is worse than the world ending?

That's a shame. I'm sure somebody, somewhere, cares.

Don't be jealous of my genius.

Absolutely. I would never have tripped. I'm far too graceful

We don’t need a cure,” the other zombie said. “That’s right,” Scapegrace nodded. “We’re happy the way we are.” “Happy with the power,” Scapegrace clarified. “Very happy, just the two of us, and there’s nothing wrong with us either. It’s very natural in fact. Nothing to be ashamed of—” “Thrasher,” said Scapegrace, “shut up.