“So, what should I call you before you die?” she asked over the sound of the rain. “Bull-headed Mule? Surly Bastard? “Mallor.”… — Shawn Wickersheim Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the righteous path doesn’t take you where you need to go!” — Shawn Wickersheim Copy Share Image
“You don’t know me.” “I know you’re not used to people telling you no.” “Never more than once.” — Shawn Wickersheim Copy Share Image
“Don’t you just love children? If they’re not disappointing you, they’re dead.” — Shawn Wickersheim Copy Share Image
“So, what should I call you before you die?” she asked over the sound of the rain. “Bull-headed Mule? Surly Bastard? “Mallor.” “The Mallor?”… — Shawn Wickersheim Copy Share Image
“Mallor reached into a pocket and tossed a pair of hazel eyeballs onto the table. They bounced softly and wobbled to a bloody stop… — Shawn Wickersheim Copy Share Image
“Murder doesn’t bother you much, does it?” “Not as much as your endless questions.” — Shawn Wickersheim Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the righteous path doesn’t take you where you need to go!” — Shawn Wickersheim Copy Share Image
“You don’t know me.” “I know you’re not used to people telling you no.” “Never more than once.” — Shawn Wickersheim Copy Share Image
