Ian likes to be helpful. Adam needs a whole lot of help.
This time, Hannibal picks the venue, and Will hunts him down gladly.
Garrupe and Rodrigues, returning.
Michael and David and Star, forever.
"I can’t even take you home," he says, with coolly enforced casualness. "You know that, don’t you? Even if I ripped up every threshold in The Unclean Realm, the bagua will stop you. The Stone Castles can’t shelter you, either, nor can the Sabre Halls."
Aumerle doesn't seek absolution.
Artists and models.
It is not at all something terrible that must be endured for a greater good’s sake.
He'll have her, but he won't keep her long.
Marcus and Laszlo make a night of it.