Enobaria smiles at Johanna. 'Don't look so smug,' says Johanna. 'We'll kill you anyway.

A faint light burned in the pit revealing a furry creature hunched over a stone slab, fiddling with something. At first Gregor raised a warning hand. He thought it was a rat. Then the creature lifted his head and Gregor recognized what was left of his dad.

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?

Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.

I drink in his wholeness, the soudness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!