“The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.”

“Fighting giants was one thing. Bacchus making into a game was something else.”

“Elizabeth. A killer. A sociopath. A human scorpion. And Cassidy had let her ride on her back.”

“An untrampled scorpion troubles no one.”

“And fighting the battle of life is fighting against fearful odds, too. There are giants and dragons in this nineteenth century, and the golden casket that they guard is not so easy to win as it appears in the story-books.”

“O, full of scorpions is my mind!”

“Woman is a scorpion whose grip is sweet.”

“She gave me a wide-eyed, innocent smile that looked as out of place on her as it would have on a desert scorpion.”

“Getting eaten by a giant crocodile was bad enough.
The kid with the glowing sword only made my day worse.”

“So he imports this special breed of scorpions and feeds them on metal meal and the scorpions turned a phosphorescent blue color and sort of hummed. “Now we must find a worthy vessel,” he said. So we flush out this old goof ball artist and put the scorpion to him and he turned sort of blue and you could see he was fixed right to metal. These scorpions could travel on a radar beam and service the clients after Doc copped for the bread. It was a good thing while it lasted and the heat couldn’t touch us. However all these scorpion junkies began to glow in the dark and if they didn’t score on the hour metamorphosed into scorpions straight away. So there was a spot of bother and we had to move on disguised as young junkies on the way to Lexington. Bill and Johnny we sorted out the names but they keep changing like one day I would wake up as Bill the next day as Johnny. So there we are in the train compartment shivering junk sick our eyes watering and burning.”