When Hellebore finally enters the bar, he is not in a particularly good mood. To have to employ actual diplomacy with one he was supposed to collar like a kitten and haul back before their king-- well, in addition to infuriating, it's a hassle, and the second he finds out how to get away with it, he'll dispense with all the niceties ( Read more... )

It would be unfair to categorize these shadows as offensive. Even to say they are blacker than they ought to be should constitute an uncharitable flight of fancy ( Read more... )

( Monstrous Regiment )

Halfrek, as she stands in the middle of the standard-issue carpet of a room that resembles nothing so much as the nest of a giant magpie, looks purely sympathetic.

"Robbie, you know that's not vengeance."