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I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.
elocution
God does so love to make a man break a promise.
I saw myself as a knight-errant . . . but the damsel in distress stabbed me in the back, my sword shattered on the dragon’s hide, and my grail turned out to be the bottom of a whiskey bottle.
My father drank himself to death. He never got over finding out his wife wasn’t human.
There’s a certain comfort to be had in finding the answers to other people’s problems, if you can’t solve your own.
I drink too much, and mostly I don’t care. I value its numbing qualities.
Enochian, in case you’re interested. An artificial language, created long ago for mortals to talk with angels,
On the curving wall opposite the platform, the list of destinations hadn’t changed. Shadows Fall. Nightside. Haceldama. Street of the Gods.
There’s no-one closer, more like family, than old enemies.
implacable
Ghosts stamped and howled, going through their endless paces over and over, trapped in moments of Time
deigning
beguilingly
vexed
insolence.
“If people are always looking for you here . . . why don’t you just stay out of the Nightside?”
What a stupid question!!!
I’ve failed myself more times than I care to remember, but I’ve always done my best never to fail a client. A man has to have some self-respect.
diffidently,
But though your world is mostly secure and protected, it’s also . . . grey, boring, and bloody hard to earn a living in.
How many times do we need to ask this??
forfend
“Ever thought about trying something else?” “It’s what I’m good at,” she said, and I had to nod. I knew all about that.
Scared to take chances for happier life...
flit,
I wiped my palm on the side of my coat, and then pushed the door open. Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly.
interminable
flotsam
jetsam
but dreams don’t last. They can’t compete with reality.
My dreams. My reality. I clung to them like a drowning man, and would not give them up. They made me what I am.
You have to believe in dreams, because sometimes they believe in you.
purulent.
I hit the dead thing with my gift one last time, pushing it over the edge,
What exctly is his gift??
demure
