“We have a big case,” she announced sharply. Her voice boomed in the small room and Thomas snapped up in his chair. A wide grin lit his face and his eyes danced with excitement.
“What happened? Is it a bank robbery? Street mugging?? Murder???” Questions tumbling out, Thomas could barely quell the energy bubbling within him.
“I’m not certain of my limits yet,” Iola shrugged her shoulders. “Well, at least in the objective exercise of this gift... but I do have some moral and self-respecting limits.”
“That is what you need to overcome.” Dacia joined the conversation. “If you really want your gift to bloom.”
Claudia took few moments to process her angel of death’s denial. “But,” she asked, sloppily trying to clean up her tears before pouring some more. “Who would contact your Order to kill me, a simple servant in a lord’s house?”
The assassin knew that her code allowed to reveal the name of her prey’s death bringer. She looked deep in her wet eyes and softly said, “Lord Aker.”
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Conner smiled and got up from his chair. “You know what Zach, for an Incoherent you have the heart and soul of a god. If you put your mind to it, you can be anything you want to be, and that is what I admire about you.” Conner said.
Zach was caught off guard with what Conner said to him. “T-Thank you. Nobody has ever said that to me other than Avner. That means a lot to me.” Zach said embarrassed.
“I should write a will,” Poe heard Wilde mumble, his face whiter than normal, resting his head in his hand.
“You don’t even own anything to put in a will,” Kai shook his head.
“What was I supposed to say? ‘Oh yes, we had dinner together Wednesday night; he makes an incredible pad thai.’”
“Perhaps not that. She’s not much for food, as I understand it; she wouldn’t be impressed.”
“The skirt sections are so heavy.” she noted.
He smirked, “A leather sectioned skirt isn’t technically armor, but comes close.
The gods forbid mages from wearing armor after all.”
"E-Eva!" Her apprentice ran to her side, her hand patting Seraph's back, "Eva, what's wrong?!"
Seraph shook her head, sweat down her brow, mixing with the rivers of tears dripping from her chin, "That name...I know it. I know it!"
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“Indeed I have, dear Thurel, at the time of their appointments.” Esamus had a cruel gleam in his dark eyes. “They are all mute... I had their tongues ripped out years ago.”
“But they can write what they have heard.” Thurel protested. “They have hands...”
The old woman bristled and regarded Sandra with contempt. “Well, I just wanted to warn you that I don’t take kindly to any loud noises. I’m a light sleeper and it is absolutely horrible to be woken up in the middle of the night. So preferably no late night parties or trysts with boyfriends or-”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Sandra cut in sharply as her fingers wrapped around the right key, having identified it by feeling the ridges along its edge. “I won’t be around much.”
She jammed the key into the lock and this time, it gave way easily. As she opened the gate, she turned to Dina and gave a sarcastic smile. “Oh and by the way, I’m single.”
“Oh, me?” Thomas rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. “I’m a police officer.”
She had not pegged him as the police type. Then again, she recalled he was into detective novels and such when he was young. Besides - she discreetly checked him out - it seemed like he was working out.
“That’s cool. Hey, don’t arrest me if you catch me speeding.” Sandra winked.
“Lovell! You’ve gotta follow Bron! He won’t be too far yet! But, if something goes wrong, get the hell out!”
Lovell half-turned to look at Hugh, a grimace on his face. “All right fine! But just for the record I don’t like this!” Lovell charged into the crypt with no further words.
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This is fun.
Here it goes:
"E-Excuse m-me..." the girl rescued earlier in the market, sitting on the couch parallel to the other, not quite understanding what the host was planning for her, tried to conceive some way of communicating with her supposed captor. "I-I..."
"Silence," Druko commanded. "It is extremely rude to interfere with someone else's reading."
“That was absolutely brilliant.” Nesmir whispered to her as she slumped backward into his waiting arms. “I’ve already relayed the information to the princess.”
“Good.” Iola nodded as she accepted the clay cup of water Heroth held out to her. “We can finish this tonight.”
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"It would be better if I wasn't tied down"
"Are you asking me to untie you?"
Moses looked at none of the men. “My captor doesn’t lock his car doors---his taste in music is terrible by the way. When he arrived here, I simply went upstairs to see if my stuff was still here.”
“You broke into my car?! And---wait, which songs did you hear?”
She sighed. "I am not trying to be rude, but this makes you look like a male concubine."
"Really? I'll just take that as a compliment then. Those concubines are, for sure, a sight to behold."
Shawn simpered as a grin crept across his features. “So you really do like her, Uncle Thomas.”
Red erupted across Thomas’s cheeks and he launched forward in his seat, ready to protest. But before he could deny it, Shawn added, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our secret.”
Deflating, Thomas sank back in his chair and massaged his forehead between his thumb and forefinger. “You really are incorrigible, Shawn.”
“Not so fast! Just give up and make it easy on yourself.” The spearman kept backing away, out of reach.
“I will kill you both.” Bron replied with savage intent.
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