"The first time Gris came to see me, I could smell the need. It had the primal power of a profound sweat. It radiated from him in the same way extreme heat escapes asphalt on a treeless highway. Which is to say it announced itself...."
"It was getting late and Swats Stenersen’s head pounded. He stepped out of the box and let out a small sigh. He knew what he had to do. Everyone did. It’s what he did every goddamn time he was sent up there...."