“The coyly nicknamed explosive Key4 had been developed by Special Forces specifically for opening locked doors with minimal collateral damage. Consisting primarily of cyclotrimethylenetrinitramine with a diethylhexyl plasticizer, it was essentially a piece of C-4 rolled into paper-thin sheets for insertion into doorjambs. In the case of the library’s reading room, the explosive had worked perfectly.”

“It was as if pain were a room he had entered and the door had been locked behind him.”

“Barrel of the gun, rounds one two threeShe says I have to pick: choose you, or choose meMetal to the temple, the explosion is deafeningLick the blood that covers meShe’s the last one standing“Roulette”Collateral Damage, Track 11”

“Gazzy sniffed the air. "That's explosives. It smells like Christmas!"Okay, so we've had somewhat untraditional Christmases. With explosives.”

“A generation that had gone to school on a horse-drawn streetcar now stood under the open sky in a countryside in which nothing remained unchanged but the clouds, and beneath these clouds, in a field of force of destructive torrents and explosions, was the tiny, fragile human body.”

“I had concocted the gunpowder myself from niter, sulfur, charcoal, and a happy heart. When working with explosives, I've found that attitude is everything.”