Let's go. We're supposed to rendezvous with the Captain at the lake. Oh, and try to keep the noise down. You sound like a panicked moose crashing through the woods," the smarter man chided. "Oh yeah. Like you could hear me over your specially trained 'woodland-animal footsteps,'" Rough Voice countered. "It was like listening to two deer humping each other.

In the end, only Leif believed that you were still alive. He thought you might be hiding somewhere, playing a game. As the rest of us grieved, Leif searched the jungle for you day after day.” “When did he finally stop?” I asked. “Yesterday.

Ah, Kerry. You've found your heart. Who is she?" ... "A healer, but she's... gone.

Poisoned, pursued and living with a psychopath. Not what I would consider the good life. Death has its perks.

Nice Kerrick was scarier than Mean Kerrick.

Nothing like having a warrant for your execution to get a girl motivated.

But you've slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart.