What Moves the Dead (Sworn Soldier, #1)

by T. Kingfisher

People get hung up on happiness and joy, but fun will take you at least as far and it’s generally cheaper to obtain.

Headache is always preferable to heartache, and if you’re focusing on not throwing up, you aren’t thinking about how the friends of your youth are dying around you.

The thought beat at my brain like a fragment of song

We cannot habeas the corpus.

There were three veterans at that table, battle-scarred soldiers who had served their countries honorably in more than one war … and all three of us screamed like small children and recoiled in horror.

(We did not run. If we ran then we would have to admit there was something to run from. If we ran, then the small child that lives in every soldier’s heart knew that the monsters could get us. So we did not run, but it was a near thing.)