Redd's face contorted with a sudden realization. "How could I have been so stupid?" The Cat was trying to decide if this was a rhetorical question when she roared, "It's a construct!" With a dismiissive swing of Redd's arm, Alyss… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
Redd turned to her assassins. "What is it I always say?" The Cat, Sacrenoir, and the others bandied uncertain glances about. "Don’t be stupid?" ventured Alistaire. "I should kill you now?" offered The Cat. "Do I have to murder everyone… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
“You say halfer as if it's a terrible thing," he said. "But everyone I've ever known has been a halfer; if old enough t-to… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
After a long silence, Dodge cleared his throat. "I think I speak for all of us when I say, 'Huh?'" -Dodge(obviously) — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
I'd had a cold that day and wasn't as powerful as usual, otherwise Alyss would never have done so well," Redd said as, in… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
“I would find no value in the allegiance of a fool ready to give himself up to any old hag of Black Imagination who… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
Well now," the scholar went on, "I'm just an old fuddy-duddy who could use a tan, so you needn't grant my opinion any authority,… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
A Glass Eye leaped out from behind a parcked smail-trasport, blocked thier way. "Did you drop something?" Dodge asked the assassian. "Caus I think… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
“Suffering the nasty twisting of body parts that should never be twisted, the card soldiers fell, lifeless, and Arch's bodyguards were soon pushing through… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
Redd Towers Apartments, whose advertising slogan, 'If you lived here, you'd be home by now,' did little to fill vacancies. — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
Redd's face contorted with a sudden realization. "How could I have been so stupid?" The Cat was trying to decide if this was a… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
“What. Are. Thooooooose?" the walrus moaned. On the holo-screen airing the happenings in Genevieve Square, a swarm of scorpspitters released by the Glass Eyes… — Frank Beddor Copy Share Image
