Night of the Soul Stealer

You can't just be reading books all the time and leave the writting of them to others.

Why does it have to be like this?' I asked bitterly. 'Why does life have to be so short, with all the good things passing quickly. Is it worth living at all?

Why does it have to be like this? Why does life have to be so short, with all the good things passing quickly. Is it worth living at all?

Whatever it cost, I had to do what was right. Better oblivion. Better to be nothing than live to experience that.

You’re shivering with cold. I’ll make you a cup of hot soup to warm your bones. That’ll have to do for now – I’ll cook you a nice big meal later.’ I was trembling more than shivering, upset by what had happened in Morgan’s room, but gradually I began to calm down. I did as I was told and warmed my hands at the fire, watching my boots begin to steam. ‘It’s good to see you’ve still got all your fingers!’ Meg said. I smiled. ‘Where’s Mr Gregory?’ I asked, wondering if he’d been called away on spook’s business. I hoped he had because that would mean he was fit and well again. ‘He’s still in bed. He needs all the rest he can get.’ ‘So he’s not that much better yet?’ ‘He’s improving slowly,’ Meg answered. ‘But it’ll take time. These things can’t be rushed. Try not to disturb or burden him too much. He needs to rest and sleep as much as he can.’ She brought across a steaming cup of hot chicken