Here’s a random, pre-edited paragraph:

“Scott.” It was my mother’s voice, and it shut me right up. “Scott Zarechnaya, do not lie, do not further damn your soul. Face your fate with what dignity you can muster and prepare to die.” The voice had seethed with contempt, with anger, with pain, and had come from under that damned hood. I don’t know what took hold of me, but I leapt forwards as the voice stopped and brought my fist down as hard as I could on the old woman’s head.

And here are the edits:

“Scott.” It was my mother’s voice, and it shut me right up. “Scott my son, Zarechnaya, do not don’t lie. do not further damn your soul. Face you fate with what dignity you can muster summon and prepare to die.” The voice had seethed was cold with withering contempt. with anger and pain, and had come from under that damned hood. I don’t know what took hold of me, but I leapt forwards then as the voice stopped and punched brought my fist down the old woman as hard as I could in the head.

Excuse the clumsy HTML, but you can see how I shuffle the text around, cut snippets and insert a different word here or there, humming happily as I go. I’m not happy with the lie/die rhyming, but will work on that later. The final result, I believe, reads much more smoothly:

“Scott.” It was my mother’s voice, and it shut me right up. “Scott, my son, don’t lie. Face your fate with what dignity you can summon and prepare to die.” The voice was cold with withering contempt. I leapt forwards then and punched the old woman as hard as I could in the head.