We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth. 'Now we're talking,' Nine says. 'One of your parents must've been a chimæra. Probably your mom.

You lie long enough and you start to get used to it.

The only limits for tomorrow are the doubts we have today.

Maybe the only good thing about death is that you never have to relive it. You never have to remember the pain.

Never underestimate human stupidity.

If you ever know a man who tries to drown his sorrows, kindly inform him his sorrows know how to swim.

Bad day?" "Every day is a bad day here." "Eh, this place isnt't so terrible." "How are you always cheerful?" "Alcohol," he says with a sideways grin.