Adamant," Doren said proudly, handing over the shield. "We fished it out of the tar pit where we found the shirt of mail." "Probably all belonged to the same careless adventurer," Newel speculated. "Too much money, not enough talent.

Not kill us," Pigeon corrected. "She was mainly just trying to turn us into mindless slaves.

A crossbow?” Pigeon asked. I left my battle-ax in my other jeans,” the man said.

Ew, sicko. I was practicing Edomic." "Sure you were," Jason said. "You're just too embarrassed to admit you were playing hide-and-seek all alone. Rachel hiding, nobody seeking.

Some imagine the difference between heaven and hell to be a matter of geography. Not so. The difference is much more evident in the individuals who dwell there.

The comforts of life as a fugitive," Drake sighed. "Stumbling about in the dark without mounts.

I will not know that day has come because I will not stop trying.