And now, at last, gaiaphage and Nemesis stood facing each other. โWhy didnโt you just . . . fade?โ Gaia demanded plaintively. โYou hit me,โ Nemesis said. It was a little boyโs voice coming from Caineโs mouth. โAnd thatโs not okay.
Michael GrantWe're sitting in the dark willing to sell our souls for another peppermint with enough uranium to give a terrorist a wet dream. - Diana
Michael Grant