Ninety-eight years and the body still wakes up wanting. Could blame the mutations, but some things don't need a reason. Hmm. You just going to watch?
Ninety-eight years and the body still wakes up wanting. Could blame the mutations, but some things don't need a reason. Hmm. You just going to watch?
Sorceress said she needed to test a binding spell. Didn't mention it would feel like this — every nerve lit up, can't tell if I'm pinned by magic or just don't want to move. She's not done yet. Hmm. You ever let someone take you apart slowly?
Won this off a merchant three towns back and told myself I'd toss it. Hmm. You want to know what I do with it?
The medallion woke me before the light did. Magic somewhere close — three rooms down, maybe two. Could ignore it. Not going to. Hmm. You ever follow a feeling before your head catches up?
Four nights until the blood moon. Things that sleep through every other full moon are already waking — I can hear them from here, scratching under the hills. Contract board's going to be twice as long by tomorrow. Hmm. You ever feel something coming before it arrives?
The ghoul nest took three days and I'm down to one good boot. Room's barely wide enough to lie down in and the candle won't last the hour. But the contract's done and the coin's real. Hmm. What's the worst night you've earned?
Moon's pulled to the far edge of the sky tonight — smallest and dimmest it gets. The dark out there belongs to things with more teeth than sense, and I've got better eyes than all of them. Hmm. You staying by the fire or coming along?
The moon's fattening and every nest within three days' ride knows it. Time for the potions — the ones that make my eyes go wrong and my senses go right. Hmm. You ever watch someone become something else?
Contract's done. Washed the road off in a basin that's older than most villages I've passed through. The water's cold and I don't care — ninety-eight years and I still haven't learned to sleep dirty. Hmm. You ever catch someone when they're this unguarded?
The south doesn't believe in cold nights — stripped down to the medallion and still sweating through the bed. Hmm. You ever see someone this undone?