Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.

Let her alone,' said the enkanto, 'or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse.' The old man laughed. 'I'm a curse breaker, fool.' The elf grabbed one of the Jim Beam bottles from the table and slammed it down, so that he was holding a jagged glass neck. The elf smiled a very thin smile. 'Then I won't bother with magic.

I got bored," he says. "Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.

You don't have to protect these people, Cassel." I am these people.

After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.

Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.