“Okay, listen. From what Shade said, Roag got toasted like a burnt marshmallow. He would have been nearly destroyed, right down to his junk." Wraith grinned. “Which is really fucking funny.”

“Jesus, Dolores, you've got to get yourself together. You've got responsibilities. Think about those sometimes - okay? - and get your fucking head right."Those were the last words his wife heard from him. He'd closed the door and walked down the stairs, paused on the last step. He thought of going back. He thought of going back up the stairs and into the apartment and somehow making it right. Or, if not right, at least softer.Softer. That would have been nice.”

“He grins as he straightens and walks toward me, the grin that brings out the dimples and nearly takes my knees out. I'm such a marshmallow.”

“Listen, when some asshole pulls a gun on me, he loses his right to a warm milky drink and fucking cuddles, okay?”

“Real-time creeps back in, and Lindsay realises the kid's on his knees beside him, saying his name over and over and over."What?""Oh, thank fuck... Jesus, you're bleeding like hell.""Thanks, Sherlock.""Can you see a bright white light?""Yeah.""Oh fuck. Fuck! Okay, listen to me, don't go near it, okay?""What?""Stay away from the light.""What are you talking about?""That's death, innit? Don't go near it, promise me.""I mean I can see the electric lights on the ceiling, you berk.""You berk! You knob, I thought you were dying.""You didn't specify what kind of bright light, you just said bright light,you might've been testing my eyesight.""I ain't fighting with you when you've been shot.”

“He would have been half-hanged, taken down alive, castrated, his genitals stuffed in his mouth, his stomach slit open, and his intestines taken out and burnt, and his carcase chopped into four quarters.”