Chapter 157
- He scaled over brick rubble, and when he thought he lost them and made up his mind to get a shovel for a little dead body, he heard the whining, "I took nothing, ma'am, you have the wrong thief."
- Kyra's voice followed, "Oh, now you agree you're a thief; I enjoy progress, the same way I'll relish cutting your hands."
- "Let me go! Your crazy; somebody help!"