#readingforescape

He thinks he’ll be remembered as the villain in the story. But I forgot to tell him that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key. He was the one who let me out.

You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn’t a confidence booster.

“Kaz stood there, staring at the place she’d been only seconds before. She’d tricked him. The decent, honest, pious Wraith had outsmarted him. He turned to look back at the long expanse of roof he was going to have to traverse to get back to the boat. “Curse you and all your Saints,” he said to no one at all, then realized he was smiling.”

Was there some kind of law about drop-kicking assholes in the face? Probably. They always had laws against things that needed to be done.

That calls for a witty comeback. "Whatever," I say.

I realized everyone around me was wearing a uniform. Black pants, white button-down shirts, green ties. Gotta love the smell of institutional equality in the morning.

I’m the kind of bastard they only manufacture in the barrel.