Murder doesn’t bother you much, does it?” “Not as much as your endless questions.
Don’t you just love children? If they’re not disappointing you, they’re dead.
Sometimes the righteous path doesn’t take you where you need to go!
You don’t know me.” “I know you’re not used to people telling you no.” “Never more than once.
So, what should I call you before you die?” she asked over the sound of the rain. “Bull-headed Mule? Surly Bastard? “Mallor.” “The Mallor?” He didn’t answer. “You’re supposed to be dead!” He pulled the collar up on his long coat a...
