"Life, really, is so unfair. Everyone is born the same way, but some steal husbands, others are sucked dry and spat out like used chewing gum …" - P56
The thin voice keeps talking. "Isn’t it funny? Two people are in the same car accident, but one lives to tell the tale, the other dies on the spot—" - P56
The thin voice casually goes on. "Don’t you think it’s so unfair? Alone when alive, and still alone when dead." - P56
"Be careful. One step at a time, slowly." It’s the thin voice, from a distance. - P58
The fox bled not blood but something that resembled gold. - P60
Oozing out of the long wound was a familiar glob of gold-colored liquid. - P62
The children grew. The man’s daughter had clear skin and large, dark eyes on her pale face, sparkling if expressionless, her black hair tumbling like a waterfall down her back. She had grown into a beautiful girl, but it was an impassive, cold, and somewhat sickly beauty. His daughter existed in a completely different way than ordinary girls her age, and thus, like a dark forest beneath the moonlight, her lack of emotion and secretive mystery exuded a certain seductive charm. - P65
In this way, he was still thinking of his daughter as no more than food for his son, who in turn was just gold for his purse. - P65
The man saw the glint of the fox’s golden eyes in his daughter’s pale face. - P67
That "something" was beautiful. A soft, golden glow that undulated slowly, leaving behind a faintly glittering fog in its wake. This golden fog was cool and pale, making one want to approach it when gazing at it, or place one’s hand inside it when next to it. Anyone who was seduced into going near the beautiful golden fog became insane. - P68
The child with the golden glow emotionlessly stared at the villager, his mouth half-open with his sharp teeth bared. - P70
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