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. SullivanCome for your revenge at last, elf?" Royce stepped forward. He looked down at Thranic and then around the room. "How could I top possibly top this? Sealed alive in a tomb of rock. My only regret is that I had nothing to do with it
Michael J. SullivanStealing swords,โ Royce muttered mostly to himself. โOkay, letโs take a look at this tower. The sooner I see it, the sooner I can start cursing.
Michael J. SullivanYou think heโs still alive?โ Royce asked, nodding his head toward Alric. โSure,โ Hadrian replied without bothering to look. โHeโs probably sleeping. Why do you ask?โ โI was just pondering something. Do you think a person could smother in a wet potato bag?โ Hadrian lifted his head and looked over at the motionless prince. โI really hadnโt thought about it until now.
Michael J. SullivanAs they climbed into their saddles, Myron bowed his head and muttered a soft prayer. โThere,โ Hadrian told Royce, โweโve got Maribor on our side. Now you can relax.โ โActually,โ Myron said sheepishly, โI was praying for the horses. But I will pray for you as well,โ he added hastily.
Michael J. SullivanWhatโs going on?โ Royce asked as throngs of people suddenly moved toward him from the field and the castle interior. โI mentioned that you saw the thing and now they want to know what it looks like,โ Hadrian explained. โWhat did you think? They were coming to lynch you?โ He shrugged. โWhat can I say? Iโm a glass-half-empty kinda guy.โ โHalf empty?โ Hadrian chuckled. โWas there ever any drink in that glass?
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