He Who Fights with Monsters 6 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #6)

by Shirtaloon

“It would appear that you were correct, Miss Hurin, in positing that he would reap gains during this event.” “See,” Farrah complained. “Even dying makes him come back stronger. That guy could fall into a pit trap and he’d crawl out with a beautiful woman and a sack of cash.”

He stopped as the door was flung open to reveal Jason Asano. “Right, you lot,” Jason demanded. “Come with me.” He turned to leave when Guo called out to him. “You don’t tell us what to do, Asano.” Jason turned back, pointed an arm at the portal and then closed his fist. The rainbow light in the portal vanished as it was sealed. “I do now.”

“Oh, I’m going to kill you, if you live long enough,” Jason said. “But not today. The Cabal is under new management and I think we all know that war is inevitable. You’re going to explode a lot of vampires before I put you down, Gerling.

“Mr Asano, I hope the next time we meet, it will be as allies. You are an enemy I would rather not have.”

“Knowing the right choice is not the same as making it, Mr Asano.

“Please don’t be juvenile, Mr Asano.” “You think it’s beneath me to say?” “No, Mr Asano. It is beneath me to listen.”

“He didn’t control the urge. He killed me.” “You talked to him,” Dawn said. “You say that like it’s an explanation.” A smile teased the corners of Dawn’s lips. “Of why someone would want to kill you? It is.” “That’s a little hurtful.”

“You know, when Dawn first told me I had to save the world, I thought it would be this awesome adventure.” “But it wasn’t?” He flashed a grin. “Are you kidding? I was shooting werewolves and trolls with a steampunk minigun. It was the most awesomest thing that ever happened.”

“Sometimes the cost of staying silent is worse than the cost of speaking up, whatever that price may be,” Jason admitted. “It doesn’t make the cost any less real.”

“No, he’s from that island. The one the English took and killed most of the black people.” “That hardly narrows it down, Andrei. The damnable English.” “You have a problem with colonisation?” “I have a problem with the spread of English cooking.”

hate to break it to you, Mr Asano, but doing the impossible is kind of your thing. To be unfortunately colloquial, it is now time to nut up.”

Mr North looked at the hood still shrouding Jason’s face and the blade still held in his hand. “Must you be so cloak and dagger, Mr Asano?” “I might be more amenable to jokes, Mr North, if you weren’t one of history’s greatest monsters.

“Mr Asano,” Mr North said. “I thought we were clear on which one of us is the villain.” “We are.” “One of us has a giant eye at the top of their tower at the heart of their realm.” “It’s not the Eye of Sauron,” Jason said. “It looks like the Eye of Sauron.” “Well, it’s not.” “I am not familiar with the Eye of Sauron,” Shade’s voice said from Jason’s shadow. “Didn’t I tell you to read Lord of the Rings?” Jason said. “I got as far as Tom Bombadil and then read Remains of the Day again, instead.”

We’re here to save the world, Mr Asano. You need to come to terms with the fact that there is no line we can’t cross in the face of that.”

“No,” Jason said as he leaked a little of Colin’s aura from within him. “There are things hungrier than vampires, Elizabeth.” The equanimity on her face was broken for the first time as her eyes slightly widened. “I have to wonder, Jason Asano, if there isn’t something inside you more terrible than all of us.”

“Well,” Jason said. “This is awkward.” Every person gathered in the mezzanine lounge of the pagoda had either tried to or succeeded in killing or kidnapping at least one other person present. “Perhaps I should take the lead,” Mr North suggested. “While I have tried to arrange several deaths amongst the group, I never tried to kill anyone here personally.”