Chapter 1
There are so few people to do the picking. So few people to do anything. And those of us who are left walk around as if we're half asleep. We are all so tired. (1.1.2)
Chapter 2
And we all—the whole parish—benefited from her barrenness, as she [...] [made] herself indispensable in any number of ways to all kinds and classes of people. (2.2.49)
Chapter 3
"If God saw fit to send this scourge, I believe it would be His will that one faces it where one was, with courage and thus contain its evil." (2.3.48)
Chapter 4
"How easy it is to feel the goodness of God on such a day!" he whispered. "Sometimes I wonder why we shut ourselves up in churches." (2.4.11)
Chapter 5
According to Thy Word. Why were God's words always so harsh? (2.5.21)
Chapter 6
Pale and hushed, we took our appointed places, the grieving and the guilty. (2.6.5)
Chapter 7
And so the rest of us set about learning to live in the wide green prison of our own election. (2.7.33)
Chapter 9
By the slant of the light, I could tell I'd slept ten hours—the first unbroken sleep I could remember in an age. (2.9.6)
Chapter 10
It was on the first Sunday in March that Michael Mompellion surrendered to the inevitable and closed the church. (2.10.28)
Chapter 11
He had, as he had said, set himself up as a grave-digger to the desperate. From those too ill or weak to bury their dead, he demanded a high fee. (2.11.7)
Chapter 12
"Mr. Mompellion, too, has come upon these talismans. It seems the madness is spreading as fast as the disease among us." (2.12.11)
Chapter 13
I do not believe in witchcraft nor spells, neither in incubus nor succubus nor familiar spirits. But I do believe in evil thoughts—and in madness. (2.13.82)
Chapter 14
I did my habitual count of persons [...]. For the first time in almost a year, there was not one newly missing face. (2.14.3)
Chapter 15
The village itself reeled on in a stunned condition. It did not spring suddenly back to life with the opening of the roads. (3.15.26)
Epilogue
Aisha grabs one hand. Elinor clasps the other, and together we plunge into the jostling swarm of our city. (e.23)