“What do you care more about? The kids or your hair?”

“You will leave now," said Grdankl the Strong. "Go! Do not be afraid! If you die, it is okay!”

“What is that in his hand?""A cleaver. As in-""Butcher's knife.""You got it.""I hope not.""He does not look happy.""Are you sure it's a he?""I don't want to know.”

“So planning something big.""If this is the work of the Overtakers, we've never seen anything like it.""It is," a voice said behind them. Maybeck slipped in alongside of them."You about scared the pee out of me!" Charlene complained.”

“I... do... not... do... lightning.”

“Being a fiction writer is really like being an actor, because if you're going to write convincingly it has to sound right and play right. The only way that works is to emotionally and technically act out and see the scene you're in.There's no better job in the world, because when I sit down at that computer I'm the world's best forensics expert, if that's what I'm writing about that day. Or I'm some crazed psycho running down a dark alley.Or I'm a gorgeous woman looking to find a man that night. Whatever! But I'm all of those things, every day. How can you beat that?”

“MEN, Charlene said.Leave that to you! Willa quipped.”