A biography for Eliza Crewehasn’t been written yet.
“Your death, strange human. I mean, your injury. No murder, just a little maiming. So I can leave. Maiming’s not so bad.”
“I eye the three of them, considering. They’ll need a lesson in discretion before I go. Not a lethal lesson. Mom wouldn’t like that.”
“My teeth rip skin; my jaws snap bones. I am fast, lightning-fast, snuff— oh-was-that-your-life?—oh-was-that-your-life?— fast.”
“They say curiosity killed the cat but I am unconcerned. I am smarter, though slightly less evil, than any cat.”
“Death is my art form--when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm. His fighting style is like breakdancing--strong and frenetic with some really sweet moves. Jo's is . . .the Macarena. Ugly but gets the job done.”
“But worries are for people who can’t pull grown men apart with their bare hands.”
“Oooooh, don’t make her mad!” the leader gasps around his laughter.”