“But death has taken root inside you and you know it will grow, like a cancer with a voice, from now until the day it consumes you whole.”

“But death has taken root inside you and you know it will grow, like a cancer with a voice, from now until the day it consumes you whole.”

“I learned the hard way that people are quick to judge, will jump at the chance of a cheap ego boost at another's expense.”

“The sound of running footsteps made them all start. Then the refectory door opened and the round, freckled face of Sister Belinda appeared. She was breathing heavily, and her veil was crooked, showing short tufts of red hair sprouting around her glowing face like unruly weeds in a parched garden.“Excuse me, Mother, Sisters,” she said. “But there is a police car waiting at the gate and what looks like the Black Maria behind it. Also, another car approaching from the farm and a uniformed constable coming in via the beach path. It would appear that the filth have us surrounded.”