“Rachel gestured toward the city beyond the alley. “The people out there? Humans who spend every day under the Demons’ heels? They’ve given their share. They’ve made up for the blood of my kin with their sweat and their agony.… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Forgive me, I have yet to introduce myself.” The Human spread his arms expansively and bowed in his chair. He made grand gestures at… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Rachel scowled. “You’ve known Mrak longer than anyone alive. You know what I know — the things he's done, the things he hides from… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Rachel snorted derisively. “You don’t seriously buy into all her prophetess hocus-pocus, do you?” “I do, actually,” Notak said, frowning. “She is the augur,… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Hmm,” Joseph shrugged. “Good point. Who needs a caravan guard when you’ve got a Genshwin?” — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“This will do,” Notak said. “I need to meet my colleague to discuss details. How much do you want for the map?” “Go ahead… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“He has a story. A story worth more than my own beating heart. He has a name. A name that — if it were… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Oh, God in heaven, kill me now…” Rachel groaned. “I hate going to see Mrak. I always feel awkward going back to Velik Tor.… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“His is the name of fire, the name that rides the whisper of the candlelight. His name was…is…Racath Thanjel. And this is his story.… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“No one really knew who (or what) the Curator actually was, nor could anyone guess as to where he came from or why he… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“You had your chance. But that’s over now. No more antidotes. No more schedules. No more sickly-sweet order. No more cheating death. Your time… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“An upright spine is more valuable to me than favor.” - Racath Thanjel” — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“She was always like that — it’s what I remember most about her. There was always something…wrong with Rachel. She was always permeated with… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Ah, good day, friend. Nice of you to drop in on my little corner of the world. How might I assist you on this… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Death. How may I be of service this evening?” - Racath Thanjel” — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
