“And mother-like, Mrs. Jo forgot the threatened chastisement in tender lamentations over the happy scapegrace…”

“We don’t need a cure,” the other zombie said.“That’s right,” Scapegrace nodded.“We’re happy the way we are.”“Happy with the power,” Scapegrace clarified.“Very happy, just the two of us, and there’s nothing wrong with us either. It’s very natural in fact. Nothing to be ashamed of—”“Thrasher,” said Scapegrace, “shut up.”

“…I'm always ready to talk, shouldn't be a woman if I were not,' laughed Mrs. Jo…”

“My Jo, you may say anything to your mother, for it is my greatest happiness and pride to feel that my girls confide in me and know how much I love them.”

“I have no sounds that could serve to soothe me, no violoncello like him, no lament that anyone would recognize as a lament because it sounds subdued, in an inexpressibly tender language. I have only these lines on the yellowish paper and words that are never new, for they keep saying the same thing through an entire life.”

“Scapegrace leaped up. “I am the Killer Supreme! I makemurder into an art form!”Skulduggery hit him again and Scapegrace did a little twirlbefore falling.”