The Beauty Raised Her Eyes, The Only

And Pray That He Is The Man I Think He Is, He Finished Silently, And Not The Man I Fear He Has Become.

The Old Man Laid A Withered, Spotted Hand On His Shoulder. "it Hurts, Boy," He Said Softly. "oh, Yes. Choosing . . . It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

Have A Care How You Speak To Me, Imp. Doubtless He Meant To Sound Threatening, But That Absurd Wisp Of A Mustache Ruined The Effect.

The Red God Takes What Is His, Lovely Girl. And Only Death May Pay For Life. You Saved Me And The Two I Was With. You Stole Three Deaths From The Red God. We Have To Give Them Back. Speak Three Names And The Man Will Do The Rest. Three Lives I Will Give You - No More, No Less, And We're Done.

...grief Can Derange Even The Strongest And Most Disciplined Of Minds.