. . . And So Charlie Asher

It Turns Out That One Can Perpetrate All Manner Of Heinous Villainy Under A Cloak Of Courtesy And Good Cheer. . .a Man Will Forfeit All Sensible Self-interest If He Finds You Affable Enough To Share Your Company Over A Flagon Of Ale.

It Was An Eight-harlot Inn, If That's How You Measure An Inn. (i Understand That Now They Measure Inns In Stars. We Are In A Four-star Inn Right Now. I Don't Know What The Conversion From Harlots To Stars Is.)

One Day The Good Times Had To Keep On Rolling, And All Of Life's Horseshit Would Turn To Circuses.

If You Like What You're Reading, I Probably Wrote It.

She Knew It Should Bother Her More, Being Evil And All, But After She Put On A Little Mascara And Some Lipstick And Poured Herself Another Cup Of Blood-laced Coffee, She Found That She Was Okay With It.