Dammit, Vik. How can you not know whatโs wrong with this thing? Canโt you commune with it or something? (Devyn) My name is not โDammit, Vikโ and I find it ironic that you think I can commune with all metal beings when you can barely communicate your point of view to your own parents. And they birthed you. I did not give birth to this ship. Last time I checked, I was male and that would be impossible on a multitude of levels. (Vik)
Sherrilyn KenyonCount yourself lucky. I watched my entire family as they were eaten alive by the very pack of animals you have downstairs in your house with your child. The blood of my parents flowed from their bodies through the floorboards and drenched me while I lay in terror of being torn apart by them. I was only a year older than your child when it happened. My parents gave their lives for mine and I watched as they gave them. So youโll have to excuse me if I have a hard time thinking good of any animal except those who are dead or caged. (Angelia)
Sherrilyn KenyonYou were impaled? (Delphine) You know the worst part about impalement? You donโt die immediately. You hang on bleeding and aching as the spike works its way slowly through your body until it pierces some major organ. Pray to the gods you worship that you never know what that feels like. (Jericho)
Sherrilyn Kenyon