Devourer of Souls
“Yer a marvel, boy. All piss’n vinegar. I like that, surely do. He likes that, too.”
He pushed off the desk and sauntered toward me, holding up a finger, smile turning into a smug sneer. “Here’s the thing, boyo. Yer right on one count. You’n a yer friend Bobby were offered as Offerins of Invitation, cause you were the two in town needin the most healin. But it don’t matter if you deny His Gracen’ Lovin Power. You’n yer pal were offered as payment. He Whose Name is Unknown accepted. What you do now is irrelevant.”
Bab Populer