However, there are those who deserve to die but who have not yet encountered the means to do so—we help them on their way.

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

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

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.

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.

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.