“I think Bonzo died. I dreamed about it last night. I remembered the way he looked after I jammed his face with my head. I think I must have pushed his nose back into his brain. The blood was coming out of his eyes. I think he was dead right then.”

“I think I must have got an eye - and I'll be honest, I hope so: I hope he's a one-eyed prison guard now and telling his tale about how he tried to sell a little boy after a deal was made and that boy turned round and took his eye out - I hope his whole cheating face is cut right through, my gift to a filthy traitor.”

“I dipped into his brain. He wasn't happy that I wasn't wearing a bra, because my boobs distracted him. He was thinking I was a bit too curvy for his taste. He was thinking he'd better not think about me that way anymore. He was missing his wife.”

“i didn't think you remembered my name."Lucas narrowed his eyes back as a tiny smile flitted across his face. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and placed his mouth close to my ear. "Of course i did, love. I always remember the names i moan out in pleasure.”

“But then I think Viola -I think of her out there -And I push it back -I feel my hands on the floor -I use them to rise to my knees -I lift my head -To see the Mayor's surprised face only a yard or so away, coming toward me, something in his hand-"Goodness," he says, sounding almost cheerful. "Even stronger than I thought.”

“We always have something running in the back of our thoughts. What's running behind yours?"Right now I was thinking about how nice his eyes looked, but I'd shave my head before I admitted that.”