“We can’t kill it for the way its race is?” Maedra argued, surprising even herself. “It’s just a harmless little baby. Look, it’s barely able to see... the poor thing.”
“What do you suppose we do then?” Hari scowled, tightening his grip on the iron poker he held.
“The director’s son is murdering clients, and you feel uncomfortable!? Come on Maggie, something needs to be done!”
“What should I do?”
You killed her!” Ahiko exclaimed. As they ran through the woods and reached a clearing. Rokuzo turned to her quietly. “She is unconscious, I was counting.” He paused, “If I did it right.
“And its mother?” Rubia asked instead. “Won’t it come after...?”
“They are dead, its parents.” Maedra replied sadly. “I couldn’t let them kill it... it can’t be held responsible for what others did.”
“I am Arden, son of Echtor.” The boy’s chest puffed up. “I am a friend to Eldrek, commander of the Diabane outpost. And friend to Brenrek and Angrek as well.”
“Well met, young Arden.” Kadrek was impressed by the boy’s confidence. “Aye, Eldrek indeed commands at the outpost. Brenrek and Angrek are my brothers-in-arms. Echtor is well known among us; the chieftain of Anglathe. And you... are his son?”
“The Laichanan carrying her off was heading north.” Kadrek offered, licking his fingers. “But he could have taken her anywhere. Mmm, this is the best roast boar I have ever had.”
“Yes, it is.” The slender boy holding the largest piece of meat grinned. “My cousin Rubia’s got a natural talent when it comes to cooking. She’s the best.”
“But he’s just a baby... he cannot...” The girl protested and rose to her feet in alarm.
“Laichanan are not like you Humaine.” Kadrek stated, leaning back against the tree. “You may have noticed that your newborn pet is now twice as large since you found it. They grow fast, especially when fed on meat and blood.”
Not exactly two lines but I thought a little more context was necessary.
"Thank you," I said.
He sniffed again with a raised chin. "For what?"
"For not forgiving me."
He nodded. "You're welcome."
“So Daren, have you thought about my proposal?” he inquired, looking straight into the younger man’s eyes.
The latter tried to resist the urge to avert his gaze, “I’m afraid my answer remains the same, my Lord…” Daren asserted.
“Shouldn’t you be locked away somewhere dark and gloomy to prep yourself to become a vampire?” Kerren knew right away he shouldn’t have said that. That was one of the mental rules he had made for himself, never back talk Ice or Talon.
Talon quirked an eyebrow, “Here I thought that smart mouth would have been beaten out of you…. Let’s give you a quick refresher about why you don’t use that mouth….” Talon grabbed the front of Kerren’s shirt before putting the lit end just below Kerren’s shirt collar.
This is from chapter five, which isn't posted yet, but should be very soon yes!
“She must be something really special.” Maedra went on in a low voice, much to Kadrek’s amusement.
“Why does that matter?” Yuma asked her sister with a wide grin. “Do you want Arden for yourself?”
"So no, I don’t intend to waste a minute of life on fear.” As she spoke, she had unconsciously planted her feet in a wide stance that emphasized her words.
Bron, faced by her steadfast decision, had no answer. He envied that kind of reckless goal.
-I guess Bron doesn't say anything here, but his silence speaks volumes so I included it.
“One of my friends at school,” she said. “Well, he used to be my friend before I knocked two of his teeth out.”
“Finny…”
“Don’t worry, I have plenty of other friends. And he has plenty of other teeth.”
She made a sound, muffled by the gag. Was it laughter? Was she mocking him?
“Are you amused, little one?” He growled in the common tongue, so that she may understand and fear him.
"Hey Eileen," said Patrick, with papers in his hand and a red pen cap in his teeth, "What is... the log-two of sixty-four?"
"Pff, hell if I know. ...Shouldn't you of all people know this?"
“That warrior was hunting us down after we raided their outpost a few days ago.” Malach yawned and slid further back against the wall. “He has gone now... gone back to where he came from with the lopped off heads of our slain kin.”
“You were responsible for all this from the beginning?” Okarg gnashed his teeth. “I curse the day I considered you and your mangy pack for allies.”
'Want me to get stuck in amongst all that as well?’
‘Christ no’ she almost said out loud, experiencing instant flashback to shopping trolleys and the Brixton riot.
"Go home. There is no need for you to travel any further, everything has already been taken care of."
I sighed, resting my hand above hers.
"Are those the orders of the Emperor?"
"Saying you use ghosts as slaves isn't 'cool', you dumbass!" I point out.
"Well, stop calling them slaves, and it won't be as bad!"
