“This is a nonstop flight to New York. Thank you for flying Cuelebre Airlines."You're not funny!" she screamed out loud. Dragon laughter filled her head.”

“She'd cried loudly enough that the man sitting across from her had offered her a tissue, and she'd screamed, what do you think you're looking at jerk? At him, because that was what you did in New York. After that she felt a little better.”

“I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny.”

“Not bad? The hot Calvin Klein models we taped in our lockers in high school were not bad."Lily inclined her head in Thayer's direction."That's look-at-the-sky-and-scream, 'Thank you God', as loud as you can!”

“Good, I thought, relieved. At least I’d actually gotten the flight right. Getting her schedule had turned out to be a challenge. It had taken over a week of calling in favors, in fact, and that was with me knowing the CEO of her airline personally. The comings and goings of airline employees were well-guarded, I had learned.”

“It was only later, in her new, darker rooms above the banking house, that she realized it didn’t matter how loud she screamed or how violently she wept. Her parents would never come to her because, being dead, they didn’t care anymore.”