He Who Fights With Monsters 8 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #8)

by Shirtaloon

Clive was the only one who had thus far realised its true nature; he was roaming around inside Jason’s soul.

“When you're using someone, you treat them like a mushroom: keep them in the dark and feed them crap.

“As team leader,” Humphrey said, “I'm going to have to overrule you, Belinda. If it's cake sandwiches, you absolutely must prioritise them over stopping Neil from getting stabbed. He has to take some responsibility for himself.”

“I’ve made a decision as team leader,” he announced. “We are now letting Jason get stabbed.” “Oh, come on,” Jason complained. “That's hardly—” Humphrey grabbed the front of Jason’s combat robes and threw him off the tower.

Transcendent light flowed out of the two essence users and into the sword Jason held up over his head. “Why are you holding your sword like that?” Humphrey asked. “Fabulous secret powers were revealed to me the day I held aloft my magic sword—” “Never mind.”

“That does sound like sensible advice.” “You should take it anyway,” Clive said. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re kind of famous for choosing the less-than-sensible option, Jason.” “I always make good choices.” “Of course you do. Now, let’s go back to figuring out how to use the random stuff you picked up from great astral beings with questionable motives and immediately shoved into your soul.”