Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "I've got you," Tod whispered in my ear.

Apparently the complete works of Shakespeare packed quite a wallop. To think, my mother said I'd never find use for an English degree. Ha! I'd like to see her knock someone silly with an apron and a cookie press.

I was fine with that. The very idea of Death knowing my name made my skin crawl. Even if this particular Death was only one of many, and almost too pretty to look at.

Survival strategy. If you’re not careful, this place will eat you alive, and Kaylee’s like bait for the beasts.

Screw this. He’d blown his shot at nice-and-easy, which only left quick-and-brutal—my favorite way to play.

I've seen this episode. This is the one where Sylvester eats Tweety.

Bold. Risky. Dramatic. I approve.