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We're all screwed, says our morale officer

The mall was a mecca for a newborn street rat.

Marni shrugged. "We'll just get revived – and then you'll get your hand slapped by High Blade Churchill for being an 'insufferable bitch.

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.

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)

My life as a Morlock," he says. "Am I supposed to know what that is?" "Light-sensitive underground frogmen, often portrayed in bad green-rubber costumes. Sadly, this is what we've become. Except for the green-rubber costume part. ...The thing about Morlocks is that they're known to be cannibals.

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.

Rowan did. And so did Esme. "Scythe Volta is always cranky after a gleaning," Esme leaned over to tell Rowan. "Don't stare at him, or he'll throw something at you.

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.

Maybe scythes hired people to sleep for them.

It's Honorable Scythe Anastasia to you

Well, said Curie, with deadpan irony, how proud your sponsoring scythe must be to have the first perfect pupil in history.

One man illumines you with his other sets in you his sorrow.

The mixture of the grotesque and the tragic is agreeable to the spirit, as are discords to the jaded ear.

Nature can counsel nothing but crime.

en pos de la inspiración, y allí se entregaba a auténticas juergas de trabajo. «The one prudence in life is concentration; the one evil is dissipation», dice el filósofo norteamericano que ya hemos citado.

Noir assassin de la Vie et de l'Art, Tu ne tueras jamais dans ma mémoire Celle qui fut mon plaisir et ma gloire !