Neuromancer

Molly was trotting along a length of corridor that might have been the one she'd traveled before.

Case jacked out.
Into Maelcum's stare.
"You dead awhile there, mon."
"It happens," he said. "I'm getting used to it."
"You dealin'~ wi'~ th'~ darkness, mon."
"Only game in town, it looks like."

And the Yak, they can afford to move so fucking slow, man, they'll wait years and years. Give you a whole life, just so you'll have more to lose when they come and take it away. Patient like a spider. Zen spiders.

"Okay, honey. Now we go out to play."

"Sure. But you watch your ass, Case. My, ah, other lobe is on to us, it looks like.

For thousands of years men dreamed of pacts with demons. Only now are such things possible. And what would you be paid with? What would your price be, for aiding this thing to free itself and grow?"

Case wondered how old she might be. People said that age always showed in the eyes, but he'd never been able to see it. Julie Deane had had the eyes of a disinterested ten-year-old behind the rose quartz of his glasses. Nothing old about Michle but her knuckles.

He sat on the bed for a long time, savoring the new thing, the treasure.
Rage.

"Then it started getting strange."

The drive had dried her hair.