"Are you done torturing Krycek?"

Harth sighed; for all House would have his uses, he talked so much. And he was purposefully aggravating. The vampire had to wonder if th drugs had rotted away the good sense that god gave men to fear things like him -- but whatever it was, House didn't have it ( Read more... )

They -- the few of them -- moved underground. There was new rules. New things. Hunt alone, strike swift and sure and retreat. Die before you reveal the pit ( Read more... )

They brought him to Harth even as preperations for the ritual had begun, cleaning out the junk from Zuko's 'stay' and instead, preparing a space for dark ritual ( Read more... )

The sewers were toxic; there was little around this -- the acid rain dranied and collected, the gas fumes were caught -- this was a bad place to be if you had to breathe ( Read more... )

It was good to be the King. Or as close to as this place got. It meant this dark, sunless place was his alone ( Read more... )

It stinks in here; but at least there are no furry hands or snapping teeth, or paralytic poison ( Read more... )