There's no good story without romance.

The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

...humankind's limited scope of mercy was reserved for their own.

Funny how it kept hitting me, like each new thing was a surprise. When was I going to stop being surprised?

The best part is coming." "What's the best part? You swallowing an entire cow whole?" "No. That's the finale.

If you throw a frog in a pot of boiling water, it will hop right out. But if you put that frog in a pot of tepid water and slowly warm it, the frog doesn't figure out what going on until it's too late. Boiled frog. It's just a metter of working by slow degrees.

Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.