I’m upside down, my feet hook...

I’m upside down, my feet hooked to the top of the wall and my body pressed against the flat surface like a clinging vine. Two soldiers pass below me on their patrol route. If they looked up, they’d think I was just a part of the shadows or a sleeping bat. - P346

Snapping my coiled legs, I sail across the gap in a single leap and melt into the shingles on the gentle curve of the roof. - P346

Excitement is tinged with a hint of sorrow, like the first stroke of the paintbrush on a fresh sheet of paper. - P347