Each killing steals a bit of humanity until a murderer is nothing more than an animal. A hunger replaces the spirit. A want for what was lost, but as with innocence, the soul can never be replaced. Joy, love, and peace flee such a vessel and in their stead blooms a desire for blood and death.
Michael J. SullivanAnd now she has you seizing control of my army.โ โYour army? I thought this was Gauntโs.โ โSo did he.
Michael J. SullivanRight. And our first job is to teach her to give a speech on the Grand Balcony in three days.โ โThat does not sound too difficult. Has she done much public speaking?โ Amilia forced a smile. โA week ago she said the word no.
Michael J. SullivanHadrian drew two swords from his sides in a single elegant motion. He flipped one around letting it spin against his palm once. โNeed to get a new grip on this one. Itโs starting to fray again.โ He looked at Will. โShall we get on with this? I believe you were about to rob us.
Michael J. SullivanHave you ever been in love, Hadrian?โ โIโm not sure. How do you tell?โ โLove? Why, itโs like coming home.โ Hadrian considered the comment. โWhat are you thinking?โ Bulard asked. Hadrian shook his head. โNothing.โ โYes, you were. What? You can tell me. Iโm an excellent repository for secrets. Iโll likely forget, but if I donโt, well, Iโm an old man in a remote jungle. Iโm sure to die before I can repeat anything.โ Hadrian smiled, then shrugged. โI was just thinking about the rain.
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