This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.

He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.

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

It takes a surprising amount of courage to place one's hand into an unseen area when your mind is thinking about vermin.

So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people.

God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. 'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.

I never skulk, and lurk only sometimes.