"I was in the morgue at midnight,
harvesting eyeballs, when my cousin walked out of the shadows. It
wasn't recreational; I was getting paid to plunge wrist-deep in
the faces of corpses part-time, second and third shifts on weekends
and holidays. They were paying twenty bucks an hour, and I was broke
after paying rent and tuition both."
"Mr. Benedict Gross never saw the
freight train before it ran him down. He only knew that it was shorter
than he, that it was dressed in black, and that it had extremely
hard elbows and shoulders. It burst out of Whitbred's Jewelers,
tumbled over Benedict, then dodged angry car horns and waving fists
as it ran across the street."
