Cut him. Cut him while I stand here and watch. I want to see the blood flow. Don't make me tell you twice.

Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.

THE THREE is really wonderful. A mix of Michael Crichton and Shirley Jackson, hard to put down and vastly entertaining.

I'm not making an enemy; I'm keepin' one.

...they came to see what happened to their town, to see if it was indeed lying burnt and bleeding. Many of them also came to die.

There is zero, and there is eternity, and there is mortality, but there is no ultimate.

Men! She could not understand why so many women feared them. Hadn't the gods made them with the most vurnerable part of their guts hanging right out of their bodies, like a misplaced bit of bowel? Kick them there and they curled up like snails. Caress them there and their brains melted.