He Was Death, And He'd Ridden In

I Just Can’t, Nick, Okay? Now, Please Give Me A Second To Lie Here In Silence And Bleed.” – Caleb

The Liberty Of The Press Is Dear To England; The Licentiousness Of The Press Is Odious To England: The Liberty Of It Can Never Be So Well Protected As By Beating Down The Licentiousness.

You Are Not Human,” The Demon Announced. “you Have No Soul.” “thank You For The Obvious. Did You Know You Have Horns On Your Head?

How Many Demons And People Are Enslaved Here? (jericho) Define Slavery. (asmodeus) Kept Against Their Will. (jericho) Good Definition. Counting Me? (asmodeus) Why Not? (jericho) Probably A Couple Of Million…you Know It’s Really Hard To Count To A Million, Plus They’re Always Dying And New Ones Are Coming In. I Tried To Count Once, But It Got Really Depressing So I Stopped. The Constant Adding And Subtracting. Not My Forte, Really. (asmodeus)

I Really Hate Squires. (syra) (she Pulled Another Flat Bolt Out And Loaded It, Then Shot It At Otto. Moving So Fast He Could Hardly Be Seen, The Squire Turned Around And Caught It Without Flinching. He Held The Bolt Up To His Nose And Inhaled It Lovingly.) Mmm. Rose. My Favorite. (otto) Perhaps We Should Leave You Two Alone. (jess) Yeah, This Does Remind Me A Bit Of The Mating Rites Of The Mean And The Surly. (allen)