“And now, because of everything you were involved in, I will spend the rest of my life hiding in the outback, mourning… — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“ Dead folks use plastic! When in doubt, throw it out! Please use the bathroom appointed for your gender and mortality! ” — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“Anyway, the sickness kick-starts the brain, reanimates the body after death. I could go into more detail,but you know, we have these… — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“Thirty minutes later we were in Aunt Gene's carriage, Pam compulsively adjusting her bonnet, me meditating upon all of the ways it might be… — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“Hey, she's hot. Literally. And circulation, I find that very, very attractive in a woman.” — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“You know, that bishop strategy you often use is incredibly devious, and I was just about to try a new way to block it… — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“Now, feel free to call me what I am-call me a corpse, call me dead, call me a killer if you want. I've killed… — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“I felt like crawling off and finding a way to kick myself in the rear. One twist of the leg, might not be too… — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“We were all quiet for a few moments before I broke the silence by saying, in my best upper-crust-girls'-school voice, "I am sure that… — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“We just had to keep going and hope that whoever was in charge up top got his act together or started receiving pro-zombie messages… — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“First,' Dad said, giving me a stern look, 'Captain Griswold and you [Nora] and i must have a little chat.' I batted my eyelashes… — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“C'mon," I said, choosing to ignore his statement of the bloody obvious.” — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“It's not like I enjoy introducing myself as a creature from beyond the grave.” — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“I want to go home," she whispered to me. "Forget that last speech, I want to go home.” — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
“It was five minutes of screaming, slamming myself against the door, and stamping my feet-and a minute of contemplating the cold, horrible idea that… — Lia Habel Copy Share Image
