Bullets do not kill us, not even silver ones. It is another existence… no wonder, really, that Kristian calls it the mind of God. So drink from me! I don't care! He turned his head away from her. And you loved her very much.
Kristian's face was set, his eyes black with despite. I must be evil, to feel this, she thought, curling up on her side, squeezing her eyes shut. It's all right, I've persuaded them to go, he said. *** Charlotte was running away.
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