“King was a celebrity in this dump and carried himself accordingly across the sticky floorboards to the bar and a lineup of patrons who seemed to be wearing mug shots for faces.”

“Korsakov got himself shot again, eh? Not surprised. the man's hobby is getting shot. He has a positive talent for it.”

“If someone asked me to pick out my own vagina’s mug shot out of a lineup of vaginas, I’d be helpless. And probably concerned about what exactly my vagina had been doing that constituted a need for its own mug shot.”

“Well, if it isn't Daniel X himself," Seth said with a yawn. "Become tired of living in this dump of a city already, eh? What can I do for you today? Death? Eternal enslavement? What's it going to be?”

“Who but the devil lives like a king in the middle of hell”

“Seriously, Taylor—do you know who I am?” he demanded.She smiled at this. “You celebrities actually say that? That’s cute.”

“Pain fades,” I said slowly. “But being a nutcase seems to stick around. Guess who got the better deal here?” The last thing I remember is Mr. Chu’s face blazing with fury.”