You think youโre a very clever fellow, donโt you?โ Saldur challenged. โNo, Your Grace,โ Merrick replied. โClever is the man who makes a fortune selling dried-up cows, explaining how it saves the farmers the trouble of getting up every morning to milk them. Iโm not cleverโIโm a genius.
Michael J. SullivanEach 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. SullivanSlaying dragons, melting witches, and banishing demons is all fun and games until someone loses a sidekickโthen itโs personal. The bad guy isnโt just the โbad guyโ anymore, heโs the BAD GUY!
Michael J. SullivanHappiness comes from moving toward something. When you run away, ofttimes you bring your misery with you.
Michael J. SullivanI need your help.โ Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He waited. โOne last job,โ Hadrian told him, then added, โI promise.โ โIs it dangerous?โ โVery.โ โIs there a good chance Iโll get killed?โ โOdds are definitely in favor of that.โ Royce nodded, looked down at the scarf in his lap, and replied, โOkay.
Michael J. SullivanThere you are!โ he shouted at them. โFather has half the castle turned out looking for you.โ โUs?โ Hadrian asked. โYes.โ Fanen nodded. โHe wants to see the two thieves in his chambers right away.โ โYou didnโt steal the silver or anything, did you, Royce?โ Hadrian asked. โI would bet it has more to do with your flirting with Lenare this afternoon and threatening Mauvin just to show off,โ Royce retorted. โThat was your fault,โ Hadrian said, jabbing his finger at him.
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