“Annabel stepped forward, not waiting for the guards to reach her. Her heart pounded with a foolish, irrational fear but she ignored it. Her mind was full of people, the people she would help, the people she would save. Her eyes might let a great-grandmother see her great-grandchild, her heart might save the life of a young mother, her hands might spare a grandmother from long years of arthritis-ridden agony… “The list went on and on. She would change almost as many lives as there were parts in her body... and there were, she knew, because she was a smart and well-educated girl, a very great many parts in the human body. “She held her head high, excitement thrilling through her as she went to meet her destiny, and her only, faint, regret, was that the greatness of that destiny so often went unappreciated.” “Stop, please stop, I have to go throw up,” interrupted Jon, whose expression had been growing steadily more revolted as I read. “It’s simply awful! I feel ill!” “I’ve finished, anyway.”
