The cold was bothering me. You'd think I'd welcome it. But it's something to do with being dead, I guess. You don't feel it as cold. You feel it as a sort of nothing, and when you're dead I guess the only thing that you're scared of is nothing.

“There was a smile dancing on his lips, although it was a wary smile, for the wo…”

“One day every soldier in the empire has to shower in the blood of your sacrific…”

“Whatever's happening," she said, eventually, "it can all be sorted out." She sa…”

“For some, it was easier to take the leap from the leafless tree and dance on no…”