I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave." I yawn. "So very long as that?" When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect.

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

The body on the ground is nothing more than a shell, a husk, and I am filled with a sense of peace. Yes, I think. Yes. This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.

I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave." I yawn. "So very long as that?" When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect.

You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.

When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.