Adolphus is not at his desk. That means he is somewhere in the Monstrumarium, has gone home for the day, or is dead.

It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.

She looks at me out of the side of her uncovered eye. "Chess, Zombie: defending yourself from the move that hasn't happened yet. Does it matter that he doesn't light up through our eyepieces? That he missed us when he could have taken us own? If two possibilities are equally probable but mutually exclusive, which one matters the most? Which one do you bet your life on?

You are the human clay," Vosch whispers fiercely in my ear. "And I am Michelangelo. I am the master builder, and you will be my masterpiece.

I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me.

When the moment comes to stop running from your past, to turn around and face the thing you thought you could not face--the moment when your life teeters between giving up and getting up--when that moment comes, and it always comes, if you can't get up and you can't give up either, here's what you do: Crawl.

Oh, Will Henry. After all we have been through, how could I send you away now, at our most critical hour? You are indispensable to me.