He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.

I did it to get what I want. Maybe I should regret that, but I can’t. Sometimes you do the bad thing and hope for the good result.

The row of dolls watched her impassively from the bookshelf, their tea party propriety almost certainly offended.

You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.

It's starting to sink in," Corny said. "I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.

He was as honest as any criminal can hope to be.

They say that nameless things change constantly—that names fix them in place like pins.