“No-one present would ever forget the sound that followed as the two men collided with the polished marble floor. The cracking of bones. The squelch of punctured organs. The wailing cries of sheer, unadulterated agony.”

- Worldheart, Chapter Nine

“The city was a sprawling, pulsating hive of life. People rushed up streets and down alleyways, each with their own things to do and their own places to be. Market traders with beaten-up stalls strained their throats hoarse barking the day’s prices, whilst gangs of children played frantic games of catch through the throng of pedestrians. Rex loved all of it – the cacophony of noise, the heady mix of scents upon the nostrils, the sheer dazzling array of novelties just waiting to be seen and explored.”

- Worldheart, Chapter Fifteen