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anyone's pocket. "I should like to be on a scythe committee one day," Rowan said. Citra looked at him oddly. "Why are you talking like Faraday?" Rowan shrugged. "When in Rome . . ." "We're not in Rome," she reminded him. "If we were, we'd have a much cooler place for conclave.

If you say, 'May The Fork Be With You,' I'll smash you with the other side of this hanger

What happened to you was a crime. I can't change that. What I can do is teach you to live with dignity.

We're all screwed, says our morale officer

Have you sufficiently boiled yourself, Your Excellency, or has the heat this year not been enough for you?

Little Red, Little Red, what's in the chip bag, Little Red? And in the same singsong voice I answered, Nothing at all, Nothing at all, Nothing at all but your grandpa's head.

The mall was a mecca for a newborn street rat.

think all young women are cursed with a streak of unrelenting foolishness, and all young men are cursed with a streak of absolute stupidity. He

We're all screwed," says our morale officer.

There's a theater on the next street playing a revival of Cats, which mankind will likely have to suffer through for the rest of eternity.

I'm sure it's no surprise to you that your existence is disgusting to me." "Understood," he says with a resigned sigh. "You're not the first to tell me that." "I won't be the last, I'm sure

and defend her life by taking out any scythes who tried to do it for him, with bullet, blade, and his own bare hands.

Profound Midnight-Green Cow," and "Irascible Glass Chicken.

The thought of a scythe having milk and cookies before bed bordered on absurd to Citra.

Oh, go glean yourself, Curie said, only partially suppressing her grin. Only if I can attend my own funeral, my dear.

Connor's arms are still wrapped around the guy's ankles, and he finds there's only one thing he can say under the circumstances. "Nice socks.

Fiction is all too often one rationalisation away from reality. (from the acknowledgements of Unwind)

player had put in her armor. Her well-crafted social veneer

And you, Rowan, will complete your training in the capable hands of Honorable Scythe Goddard.

It's him!" "He's so handsome!" "He's so scary!" "He's so well-groomed!" Goddard took a moment to turn to the crowd and sweep his hand in a royal wave.

Good morning," Citra said groggily—then realized it sounded far too weak for a scythe. Even one who was currently incognito. She cleared her throat and spoke with more confidence. "Good morning," Anastasia said.

Nice socks - Neal Shusterman

It's Honorable Scythe Anastasia to you

Idiots. The scythedom was cursed with idiots. They might have been blessed with wisdom, but common sense was a trait sorely lacking among them.