Taste of Darkness

But they fight in the name of the creator." "I don't care if they fight in the name of broccoli. The goal remains the same.

She put her hands on her hips and surveyed the area with a cocky smile on her face. The smirk spread when the traitor met my gaze. "No hello for your old friend?" she asked me. "Don't be rude Baby Face." "Go to hell, Wynn.

It was in the crypt," Loren said, gesturing. "We just managed to get it here after you pulled your little surprise on us." "You're the best." I blew him a kiss. "Hey, what about me?" Quain asked. "You're second best, as always," Loren said.

You have my heart, my soul, my life. I'm an empty shell without you.

The creator had nothing to do with her rescue.” “Yeah, he should have cried, thank the Flea!” Quain said. “Ooh, I like. We should use it all the time,” Loren added. They tried out variations of it as they headed inside with Flea trotting behind them. “Guess

And it's always better to check than be sorry," Quain added. "'It worked' could be code for the dead are invading." "Wow, that's... really random, Quain. Aside from you , who would ever put those two things together?