“They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here; the great wonder is, that there's anyone left alive!”
“Here," an old sugar worker told me, "the people have a great love for martyrs--but only after they're dead. Before, there's nothing but complaints.”
“People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.”
“While the Clave disapproves of trespassers, oddly they take an even darker view of beheading and skinning people. They're peculiar that way.”
“Better to stay alive," I said. "At least while there's a chance to get free." I thought of the sleeping pills in my bag and wondered just how great a hypocrite I was. It was so easy to advise other people to live with their pain.”
“As we headed toward the living room, I couldn’t help feeling dread. It was as if I was being led to my own beheading.”