Cassandra followed Jones' path, dodging from side to side to avoid the ants. They were really quite disgusting. They reminded Cassandra, strangely enough, of Achilles' army. The Myrmidons. Everyone believed that they were descended from ants, changed into men by the gods. And she could see plenty of similarities in the way that the creatures moved and organized themselves, so neatly, so distinctly.

"Death isn't what it used to be," she deadpanned. "I died once."