" I stood alone on the street, my heart pumping. I had spent enough time in deep, dark tunnels to last a lifetime. I glanced back the way we had come. I closed my eyes. Deep breath. I could do this. I knelt down. I had not crossed an ocean just to take the safe path. Deep breath. I lowered my legs into the clammy air of the sewer. I had chosen this life. I had chosen foolish and dangerous and good. My feet hit the bottom with a splash. Deep breath. Oh good lord, that smell! I stopped taking deep breaths and held my sleeve over my face instead. "
― William Ritter , The Dire King (Jackaby, #4)