“The boy started to thrash and cry. A tiny bundle of bones and scars, freckles and red hair. Just another human who would grow up to become a monster.”
“War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.”
“There was Kir, red hair combed back and That Expression on his sharp face. Even his freckles looked serious. I'd given up wondering how a freckle-faced teenager could look so much like a disapproving granny.”
“Ah Padriac. I have often wondered if boys who have flaming red hair up top also have...yep.”
“Bones just stared. "You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!”
“It was one thing to deal with monsters that were human in appearance. Another thing entirely to deal with humans who were monsters.”