It was a cry that hadn’t been heard in Hertfordshire for years. page 15
Their father was obviously unhappy with their limp grips and hesitant movements. page 37
As Elizabeth brought back the sword to try again, the zombie reached out and grabbed it. page 63
Side by side, Jane and Elizabeth stepped forward, weapons at the ready. page 85
By the time the unmentionable had helped Elizabeth to her feet, it was obvious he wasn’t an unmentionable at all. page 97
“Oh, Cuthbert! It is you! After all these years!” page 113
The thing flailed at her, wailing, yet it could come no closer. page 170
He hefted the blacksmith’s hammer and brought it down on the unmentionable’s crown. page 178
It humped its way toward Mary like a massive, rabid inchworm. page 191
“Grrrrruh!” Mr. Smith barked. “Grrrrrrruh!” page 233
Scattered here and there over the grounds were dozens of ragged, staggering figures—easily two hundred in all, if not three. page 255
By nightfall, however, the onslaught was once again relentless. page 263
Mr. Bennet gave each of his daughters a long look. “You will die warriors, all of you.” page 283