"We'll have no mercy of a swift, painless death. Life's too much a bastard for that."

Bernard had been pointedly ignoring all the people and things going on in the Undercroft all evening, alternating between napping at his work station or drinking from his wine skin. But now there was all this talk of death and damnation and he was forced to at least look up at the noise makers.


"This is what dreaming gets you."