"Unpleasantly anatomical, to be sure," That heart. "You would make a splash in Orlais."
Dripping ventricles before the Grand Cathedral. He peels a thumb to paper. Spark, fire, smoke.
"But don't tell me you've never ended an affair," Baudin doesn't hunt virgins. He could end it there, but Isaac didn't offer this without cause. It beats other questions. (If it also thrashes in his mouth like a live fucking bat, that's his own concern.) "It's been three years, I thought he might be dead."
Someone would have told him. Word would wind its away about. Still, a little pile of teeth, a note slipped into drawer. Isaac's grieved a half dozen times. Some phantom ache to spy him alive instead, and well as he ever gets, and – yes, that's a bit pale. He's been underground.
So tediously Nevarran. Leander ran north, and Ilias hasn't gone after him, and perhaps that's all he can ask. But when his mouth pulls, a black gap peeks through gum. The shape of a joke:
no subject
Dripping ventricles before the Grand Cathedral. He peels a thumb to paper. Spark, fire, smoke.
"But don't tell me you've never ended an affair," Baudin doesn't hunt virgins. He could end it there, but Isaac didn't offer this without cause. It beats other questions. (If it also thrashes in his mouth like a live fucking bat, that's his own concern.) "It's been three years, I thought he might be dead."
Someone would have told him. Word would wind its away about. Still, a little pile of teeth, a note slipped into drawer. Isaac's grieved a half dozen times. Some phantom ache to spy him alive instead, and well as he ever gets, and – yes, that's a bit pale. He's been underground.
So tediously Nevarran. Leander ran north, and Ilias hasn't gone after him, and perhaps that's all he can ask. But when his mouth pulls, a black gap peeks through gum. The shape of a joke:
"That's a necromancer for you."