It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.

If he is smart, he will run. He is not.

... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.

A kiss for luck, demoiselle?" It is a magnificent, lusty kiss and I feel nothing but deep regret that it may be his last. Just before he pulls away, he whispers in my ear. "Duval said to give you that should I get a chance. It is from him.

The pain of hope dying is worse than his fists and boots.

And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament.

In the distance a wolf howls. Let it come, I think. Beast will most likely simply howl back, and the creature will either turn tail and run or fall into line behind him, like the rest of us have.